“Wait a minute.” he called out to them. The detective wanted to know if they knew anything about the doll they threw away. “Yea,” one of the...man said. “My little sister had one just like it. She played with it all the time back when we were kids.”Campbell’s follow up question seemed strange. “Can these dolls say ‘Papa?” The man looked askance at the officer and answered, “No way, the mechanism can only mimic the word mama. These old dolls can’t do very much. They can open and close. ’ ‘It wouldn’t be–‘ ‘I said keep it, private. I meant it,’ he snarled. He jerked his gaze toward the brick wall framed by his windows. ‘Get out of here.’ ‘But sir–‘ ‘I said get the fuck out of here, private. Don’t come back. You’re relieved from formation. I don’t want to see you again. Ever.’ His expression was as harsh as granite. ‘Yessir.’ My voice broke on the last syllable. I fled with as much dignity as I could muster, still having the gauntlet on NCO’s to pass. I flew past Sergeant. She moaned without argument. I slid my thick black baton out of my duty belt and pressed the end at the top of her ass. She gasped as I moved it slowly down the canal between her cheeks until it arrived at her pussy. She pushed her ass out farther as if begging for it. I slid it forward between her legs, against her damp pussy.“Oh fuck,” she said. Her knees buckled as the baton glided easily through her drenched folds. Her body quaked.I retrieved it, pulling it through the same path against her. I wave back unenthusiastically. Reason being, is that Laurie annoys the hell out of me. "So...I have a big favor. Can I spend the night in your tent?"In my head I'm think, please say no. "I don't know Laurie. We don't have a lot of space in there. You can ask Kristi if she has an extra tent." I did already. She said she didn't. I don't need a lot of space." She walks over to our tent and looks in. "Oh yeah, that's the perfect amount of space for me."I look at Danielle and shake my head while.