“Wit’ yer arms around some tart. And now yer chattin’ me up, bold as brass.”Jeff felt his face heat. “I just agreed that the shirt matched y...ur eyes. You’re the one chattin’ me up now.”“And what about the tart?” Shawna asked as her blush deepened. This time she kept eye contact with a bit of humor showing in her expression.“Her name’s Christina. I met her yesterday. She went home this morning.”“Yesterdee? Do all Yanks move as fast as that?” Shawna asked with a laugh.“No idea,” Jeff. ” I was a little reluctant at first. I mean, I didn’t even know who he was or what he looked like from the waist up. But I soon learned that was part of the mystic and the eroticism of the experience… the unknown. Tyler egged me on, so I played with the stranger’s cock for a little while and eventually kissed it right on the head. Then Tyler said, “If you kissed it you might as well do the rest.” Taking his cock in my mouth all the way, I started sucking while Tyler continued to play with my. ' 'But my carpet...' she wailed. He yanked her head back by the hair and dragged her into the living room. 'Are you saying that you are anything less than a perfect piss-whore?' he said as he pushed her to her knees in the middle of the room. She shook her head, fighting back the tears. 'Good, because until now you've never given me reason to doubt your capabilities. Let's start with something easy. Get you glass from the table.' She crawled to the coffee table and picked up a wine glass. 'Now. Int knew nothing of it, at least our battalion Int didn't.There was a series of bomb warnings that spread us thin across our patch and we were on cordons until the bomb disposal teams had cleared all the suspect devices. Only one out of every six was a real bomb. Lots of people were out of their houses in church and community halls, or with relatives, until they were cleared. This had become commonplace, and for lots of people it was almost routine, so they had their own evacuation plans in.