It was a milk-run usually, with at most an odd badly aimed sniper bullet or two to give a little adventure to the mundane routine, but not this partic...lar day. About forty-five minutes after they'd left we had one all-too brief radio message that they were taking heavy weapons fire near the village of Hasakam and then they were cut off in mid-message. Did I mention that the female truck driver, PFC Caroline Beckett, was also the lover of my direct boss, Lt. Strauss?Yeah ... this really. "She doesn't reply - just grips tighter with her nails. I love it when she digs in like that. It hurts like hell and leaves marks for at least a day. We turn around and go the other direction; when she switches hands, she digs into my other side. "You such uh fuckin' bitch, Leigh. I swear Ima bang you like the cunt you are." I feel her catch her breath when I twirl her and pull her against me.We hold like this for two beats. Both of our hearts are racing. She mimes biting me just before I spin. He knew what the situation was! She said, "Please, don't!I'll get the money from my girlfriends." He said that, "And you'll leaveforever, nope!" So, he called the police. The officer came in 10minutes. The manager told the story and the officer called for a policecar to pick her up.She started to smoke a lot. At the police precinct (Precinct #17, on theeastside, midtown), they asked her name, she said Sugar McConnell. Theytold her that she has a record of prostitution (and other. Her hands had caressed his neck while his cock grew harder and harder.She had spotted him when she entered the bar of the Wayside Inn. She walked past him, deliberately swinging her ass in her most tantalizing fashion. This tall, blonde man had seemed to be the likeliest stud of any of the men sitting along the bar. This was the spot where salesmen ended up sometimes during the week, arranging their schedules so they could take advantage of the area's most notorious pick-up parlor.Charlene.