"Not long", she purred. She meant it. She gave her word. Thus he marked the spot and off they went, his tail a flapping vestment, her backpack a tr...iling supplicant scraping across the desert floor.The two finished the day in quiet. They had no real need to talk because it seemed each could guess the other's thoughts. They were a team, after all, so well-trained that back in North Carolina the two had been Triad Flyball champs, founders of the team The Bleu Bayous, in fact. She could. His name was Samual and he could speak English a little.As Colleen dropped the blanket to the ground to change, she stood naked before the three virile men. Her modesty had totally evaporated by now, and she hoping for some sign of interest from them.Samual explained to her that the other two didn't understand her language, so she needed to speak to him directly. Looking from one to the other as she slipped on the shirt and pulled it tight in trying to button it up, she tried carrying on with a. “Sure, you know you’re always welcome here.”“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow Caleb.”And he left. I played my game a little more and dozed off around 9.I woke around 1am to take a leak. Again, I heard the sound of heels on the floor so I stuck my head outside and saw the same sexy body in a skirt, wearing a pair of “fuck me” heels. I gave a slight cough so she would turn around and I could finally see her face.It was Jason! I couldn’t tell because of the dark burgundy wig he wore and the outfit,. His task was to insure the continuation of government should we be attacked.I walked the route alone. Stacy was true to her word. She packed her things and never looked back. Whatever changed inside her with the murder of Jennifer, Hawk and Polly, was too much for her. When thinking about what I’d lost became too much, Charger and I would go out and run around the grounds at the White House. If we were out at Camp David, we’d go play alongside one of the lakes I liked, where I could throw.