As soon as she started opening the door, she was bodily brushed back as five huge Marines in battle armor and wielding dangerous-looking weapons swept...into the house.Before they even acknowledged our presence, two checked the ground floor rooms for any targets, two checked upstairs. When the last Marine announced, “Clear!” The squad leader turned to me.“Lieutenant, are there any more legitimate occupants in the house?” He asked. I turned to Frank.“Uh, no.” Frank realized that here was some form. It was the biggest one.But Ana looked at the rear wall and she did not say anything.She smiled and bit her lip; she uncrossed her legs and leaned towards me, looking again at me in my eyes. She whispered softly:“I really feel bad by firing that woman. I don't want to think about her anymore ... I just want to get fucked in the ass; hard. I want to be sore tomorrow. That’s why I am using the biggest piece there…”I leaned onto her and kissed in those plump red lips. I reached out to fondle her. Anh held the map and I kept glancing at it as I drove. We were halfway there when an ancient two wheel scooter pulled out.I accelerated and swerved and it started to move to block me but it was to late. The driver glanced back and the man behind him shifted. I lifted and then pointed the cut down shotgun as we started past. The passenger on the scooter suddenly twisted and brought up a pistol. His eyes went wide when he saw the barrels of the shotgun and I fired one barrel.Red, yellow, green. Let’s just say the level of concern for me even dating a non-Greek Orthodox guy is pretty high. Dating a non-Orthodox boy would be tantamount to giving my family the «μούντζα», you know, the open-hand insult we Greeks use. The only possible redemption would be if he agreed to convert, but even then...”“Fortunately, my family, and my church, are both cool with converts and we have quite a few ‘married-ins’ like my dad. But he fits right in with all the other pasty white folks at church! Well, we.