When the knock came on the door I paid room service and as they left I saw scout in the hall. He pushed past me and into my room."why did you let me l...ave?" Its complicated Scout"He walked towards me and put his hand behind my head and pulled my face in close, "Its not complicated,you want me and im going to have you" he said as he kissed me gently. I hesitated briefly and moved in closer.Scout bit my lip and pushed me against the door as he unwrapped my towel. I felt his hands on my soft pussy. I don't even know what caused it, but my youth just came crashing down on me. It was like the old crack in the dam trick. It's a trickle, then a flood of memories.I could see my dad, at my age, standing on the sagging porch of that half rotten frame building wearing mustard colored hunting clothes. The big twill pants held up with suspenders and the giant coat with big pockets for the quail he shot. It made me want to cry. And all those sights came pouring in because of an old rundown country. If I'd had nukes I'd have used them. Be very, very thankful that I couldn't purchase tactical nuclear rounds for that mortar.That was the last time we delt with anyone from Colombia/Venezuela--in a business sense.I spent the next day caring for our rear vulcan and re-loading the ammunition pod. The mortar went back into the arms locker. The crew gave me a wide berth for a few days as they chewed over what had happened while I returned to human. We came together a little tighter as a crew after. After several attempts, she realized it was no use. Her body had been trussed up quite securely, and tied off with small, angry knots that she couldn't possibly undo herself. Panic finally set in. She screamed into her gag until her vocal cords were shot; she struggled violently like a wild animal caught in a trap, until her body was too exhausted to move, then once again, she forced herself to relax. As much as she dreaded the idea, there was nothing she could do now, but wait.About an hour.