. they not only hadn't been exclusive, they had been everything but, and he surmised that the old fraternization rules were out the window and long si...e forgotten. This was not like any military he had ever known, though naturally, when on duty, one would keep it in his pants, right? Then again, the way that Centurion O'Keefe looked at her new officer, he had to wonder."Well, now, what do we have here?" Fiona asked him, looking at his body like a brand new cut of meat."Um, yes, ma'am, I am. The light had turned green. And there were several scowls from white men at the curb.Jesse sat back in his seat and grinned slyly. He had kissed away my ruby red lipstick (which matched my fingernails and toenails of course). I pulled over to the curb, as much to catch my breath as to touch up my lipstick. "That's like an appetizer, baby" He took a couple deep pulls on the Colt-45."God Jesse, what if some of those white guys had said something?" I'da kicked their asses and then fucked you on. I am miffed by your response, I admit it. I pull my hands away and move around the chair to straddle your legs, trapping them between my own. You give me an intense almost-glare and continue your conversation, your eyes flashing warnings at me. Which I ignore, of course.I sit on the edge of your desk and prop up one of my legs by placing my foot on the arm of your chair. You shoot me an angry look but your eyes are caught by the sight of me slowly easing the skirt of my sundress up my thigh. I. Today however, there would be no Tristan in that room, just a few horny canines romping away.The first sounds coming from the room was a slurping sound, and then it was followed by a gagging, that after a few minutes ended in what sounded like someone vomiting. The shepherd backed into a corner, and tried to hide. But when the wolfhound came out of the room and grabbed his collar, he had to follow. As he came in there, there was an acrid stench, and he saw that his thoughts about vomit had been.