The military retrains its personnel to mistrust everything except ones own unit and ones own weapons.Like a worthless mine I had salted my history pro...ing the lie of my fictional existence. Using contacts fostered through my work around the world I was able to procure a simple history of accomplishment that generally reflected the lies told on my resume. Several terrorist groups/freedom fighters (depending on your political affiliations) were more than happy to take my money to arrange 'clean'. Two were black and maybe the one holding me was black too, two were white and one looked Latino. All were smiling at me in a way that sent a chill down my spine."Bein as you as stupid as you are bitch, we's gonna enjoy you today."I felt his other hand come around and rip my blouse open, exposing my bra. Seconds later that same hand ripped my bra from my chest and allowed my tits to fall free. The Latino then came forward and smiled as he took my left tit in his hand and squeezed it hard."Nice. She was much more sensibly dressed for today's heat than most of the business people scattered around the cafe – including me.Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous.. Sex On The Beach, “a nice girly drink”, Ann said. I sat opposite John. Ann sat next to me. So that John could see both his girls she said. From that moment I was always a girl in their company and always referred to as ‘she’ or ‘her’. We sat and chatted and sipped our drinks. I sat with knees and ankles together feeling so feminine. Every now and then I would adjust my hem or play with my hair or jewelry. It was heavenly. A few times Ann’s leg brushed against mine. The feel of our nylons.