John didn't have the luxury of debatin' the issue with them." He could've refused to fight." Sure, and let someone else do it for him? I kinda think h...'d view that as cowardly. Y'think he'd like to stand and watch as his boys load up to go off to war? Y'think he'd like it for them to do his fightin' for him why he's nice and safe, knowin' they need his skills and training, but, hey, 'I don't believe it's right'? Maybe it ain't right but that's not his call, it's his government's."Meanwhile,. “Merry Christmas to you ah-mm, Ms. Jones,” he replied.“You can cut it with the Ms. stuff. BJ, Boss or Ambassador, whichever rolls off the tongue the easiest is fine. Are you alone in the control room?” I asked.“Fred and I are the only ones in here,” he responded.Fred was Fredrick J. Monahan, one of the three shift leaders for the JBG security group.“Have Fred come sit in front the camera so we can talk,” I instructed.“Howdy boss, how are things in Maryland today?” Fred asked.“Things are good. “Maybe we can talk business. But first… bend over the bed.” He noticed that Disha suddenly froze, seemingly caught in the magnitude of what was about to happen to her. “No need to look like a dog caught fouling on the wrong driveway… relax.”“Sorry. It’s kind of hard. I’ve never done this before.”“You’re not a virgin though, right.”“No. But it's different when you’re not with the man you love.”MIke did his best to reassure Disha using a well honed sympathetic smile. “You just have to say stop.. He strides forward, out from the shadows and into candlelight. He is naked. His body, firm and chiseled. Lines cut in a V directing my gaze down to his flaccid cock. A firm grip of tangled pubic hairs do nothing to conceal him. Long and thick and limp. “ Should I dress?” he asks. Dear god, no. He laughs and I see them. Fangs. What are you? He approaches the bed. His sandy blonde hair pushed to the side. His eyes dark and sunken yet gleaming with the flickering flames of the candles on tall.