They were looking for likely targets and covering against surprises.Soon Ken reported on the radio that a single truck — similar to an Allied ten-by...ten — was coming. Kelly stood by the side of the road and waved as the truck approached. It slowed and then stopped. She spoke to the driver in German, but he just shook his head. Switching to a rudimentary Russian that a German might speak she asked for help and he nodded. The driver got down and the guard opened the door on the other side. When. ”Carly and Jenn both tipped their glasses up, draining the brownish liquid into their mouths.“Is there a Mrs. Richards? Do you have a girlfriend?” asked Jenn, her voice breathy.Jason smiled. “No. I’m not married. I don’t have a girlfriend.”“But you’re not gay, right?” asked Jenn.Carly gasped. She couldn’t believe what Jenn was saying.“You’re not wearing any panties, are you Miss O’Shea?”“No.”“Show me.”Carly watched in dazed fascination as Jenn grasped the hem of her costume and inched it up,. Sex for pleasure. Money to get what I want and power to dominate any man. Good thing we lived in the slums near DC. There is plenty of all of it to go around in the capital. I wasn’t popular in high school, but I was pretty so all the boys wanted me. I wouldn’t put out easily so I learned very early on how to defend myself. That’s the one thing dad did teach me. A football player tried to have his way with me in his dads sports car. He just wanted a bj. I would’ve too if he didn’t try to force. I slid my arms around her and she gave me one of those long wet sloppy kisses that lasted a good minute. She broke the kiss and whispered, “Dinner is getting cold.” I was sitting across the table from her getting lost in her candle lit eyes. With the dim light I couldn’t get a good look at her cleavage. I had to use my imagination a lot. My dick was rock hard through most of the dinner. The dinner was perfect. For desert she made cherry cheesecake, she knew it was my personal favorite. After.