I didn't have time to look at him, but I saw the grunt medic in front of me drop. He had just finished helping me load the last of the four litters of...casualties we could carry in the UH-1D and I was clamping it into place on the rack. Beyond the medic I could see black clad men with AK-47's emerging from the vegetation. They must have been waiting far back in the forest because the gunships had sprayed the area with massive amounts of gunfire and rockets preparatory to our landing. The Landing. "It's a miracle," I added, bending her backwards and kissing her neck, at which I heard a noise from deep inside her chest and suddenly she was no longer fighting me. Instead, there was a gasp of surrender and she was unashamedly grinding her hips against my groin. There were tears in my heart as I kissed the hollow of her neck, for I could taste the soap that she'd used that morning, just as I could smell the sandalwood in her hair. "You're forcing me," she muttered, her strong back arching. Apollo hasn't been much of a concern for at least two thousand years. I am not a god. I'm a software developer. It's an obvious mistake. And that is not a horse. It's a motorcycle. Now, why don't we get you upstairs and find something you can wear?" What?" Oneone asked, "Aren't you driven mad by my beauty? Won't you pursue me for your sport?" Actually," said Chris, "I'm pretty tired. Maybe if I got some sleep, I could pursue you tomorrow."Oneone stared at him, imperious at first. Then, her. “Uh, it’s not Morales. To be truthful, we’re afraid that we’ll do or say something that will make you change your mind about us being here and marrying your man,” Ashley almost gasped out.“Shit,” Jasmine mumbled. “I came across too strongly with my lecture about how we would do things, right?”“No, no,” both young women said as one.“Bull. Obviously, I did. Oh, crap. I don’t know what to say. What I wanted was for you two to realize that we’re all equal, but Morales has the final say, and well, I.