"They are far too much trouble to keep. Why they haven't been drummed out of the military by now, I don't know." Because they put the 'practical' in p...actical joke. If you note, as a result of their little gags, each of our units have improved beyond those not exposed to their tomfoolery. Which one are you more angry at? Deschenes?" the CDS asked mildly."No, the other one – that reprogrammed carillon incident." You don't like Vive la Canadienne?" That song was the Van Doos' regimental. “Okay,” she said, “enough suspense. Where are we headed?”“First stop is Syracuse. We’ll spend the night at the Airport Inn.” He opened his courier case. “We have an early-morning flight.”“To where?” He showed her a boarding pass. “Miami?”“It’s spring break,” Martin replied.“I don’t want to spend spring break mingling with drunken and horny undergrads,” she retorted.“And, you won’t need to. We’re renting a car for a little drive down Route 1 to...” He showed her a brochure.“Key Conch?”“Believe. Sam's expression hardened."What?" Well..." Wendy seemed to be talking herself into something. "What if ... I made things easier for Gary?" Sam's eyes widened, Wendy going on before she could speak. "There's a spell I saw. It brings a game animal to the hunter, and lets him kill it easily. We can make sure Gary doesn't come home empty handed." He wouldn't, anyway!" Sam was indignant. "Dad's a damned good hunter!" Now, Sis..." Don't 'Sis' me, she just insulted Dad!" Jack's hand squeezed hard. She. Please do it nice and slowly."I undressed slowly and felt a little ashamed again. He watched my shirt come off, gazing at my bra. I slid down my skirt and his eyes fixed on my panties. I unhooked my bra and then pushed my panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. I crawled up on the bed and looked back at him. He stood behind me and pulled out his cock. He pressed it against my ass. It felt big, already wet with some sort of lube, as it probed."Now this is what you deserve, Italian.