Move over here a little more." He pushed on her bottom over to a stack of hay and closed the bard door. Light still leaked in through a few windows. C...mpared to the outside, it was quite a bit cooler.Barirah was blushing and her heart began to race. She wasn't sure of what to do, "W..Why? What do you want?" She asked meekly."I know you like me. I could see it in your eyes since we first met. And me? I've never done it with a Muslim." He spanked her ass."But..But Anne..." Don't worry about Anne.. ’ She sounded back giving her sniper rifle and extra ammo to one of the stronger men. She then pulled out her Glock pistol, it was back to close-combat fighting again. ‘Where is the commander’s office at?’ she asked in German to the prisoner she gave her weapon to. He thin male pointed towards a brown brick building. She took off in that direction. Before reaching it she soon ran into three SS guards, hastily assembling a crew served machine gun. One white-phosphorus grenade later and they. They claim I was fired for being involved in murky circumstances... what ever that means. Ah, well... Anyway... you readers will be happy to hear, I finally found another job.Am I working at another TV Station as an on-the-air Reporter, making the big bucks again? Well, not exactly.I guess I probably should tell you how my present job came my way.I'm down at the Rescue Mission with the other less fortunate folks having a nice meal, when the good Reverend comes charging in."Is there anyone here,. I mostly rely on personal ads to meet women. This dispenses with much of the get-acquainted dance and also has the advantage of winnowing out women not interested in that activity so dear to my heart.Fortunately, I'm a wordsmith of sorts. My ads avoid the sleazy and commonplace, such as "Greek language lessons." Instead, I appeal to the reader's sense of adventure and poetic inclinations.Wanted: A special woman for a special kind of love. Come, let's sail the Windward Passage together.There.