There was not much to do here as the one thing that was made crystal clear is that a concubine striking a sponsor was an automatic death sentence for ...he concubine. I checked recordings. The concubine forgot that the sponsor was in charge and had slapped the sponsor. The sponsor was not very happy with the concubine but seemed to think that the concubine should not be put down. Again there was a petition from the Marines for the recycling of the concubine. I asked the AI if I had any wiggle. " My, my," I said. "Seem to be a lot of those early babies nowadays. What can be causing that?"Lizzie James barked out a laugh, covered her mouth, nodded and smiled. "I need a favor," she said, "and I've talked to your officer, my husband has, and you are now detached to his detail."I waited feeling the girl's eyes on me, assessing me for some reason. My root trembled."I need an escort and a chaperone," Mrs. James said merrily. "Major James is very busy. We can't have this girl traipsing about. Rachel would be making sandwiches as I was .nside her from behind. Short skirts were the norm for Rachel. Once while this guy from the hardware store was on break grabbing a coke out front. I took Rachel into the walkin and bent her over and took her from behind as she peeped out the door to make sure he didnt come looking for us. There were many times we sent S.ck on fake deliveries if we really needed time!!(He would get so pissed because we always picked this hotel far away)So the way it was. Crap,those blue panties were an aberration, not the norm.What to do, what to do? Suddenly, the answer sort snuck up and smacked me!I knew that several of my friends had sisters, and most certainly they wouldhave some pretty panties and such. As I thought about this for a moment, Irealized that there was one, perfect, candidate. My buddy Ken had a littlesister, April, who was going to be 15 in a few months. We were about thesame size, at least from a casual appraisal, but more to the point,.