From the reflection, the owner of the voice appeared tall, above her own 5 foot 6 inches even though she had five inch heels. Although his image was m...sked by hers, it indicated that he was slim. Her name wasn't Jazzy, of course but it seems that every guy thought himself an original jack-the-lad by variously referring to the image on the tee-shirt. Wore more and more she had to admit! Why? The self-posed question elicited the inevitable giggle. She loved the attention! Turning, the. She grabbed her bag and pulled hermirror out; she had to see how she looked. Nestling just above hercleavage sat a small cursive "Lita" in gold coloured metal which matchedher earrings and accessories."You'll need this as well."Lydia pinned a name badge onto her jacket. It had the Waverley logoaround the top and in the middle, it read "Miss Lita Millen." Oooh, I like that surname," said Lita, "but Miss, really? Shouldn't Ibe a Ms??" No, you're a Miss. It's old fashioned, but it signals. Two dead and two wounded and our objective is secure."He cursed, "copy. Treat the wounded and move them to cover and then link with first."I looked at Sanders and then knelt, "we have to move them into the building."I made sure private Gote's wounds were covered and lifted him in my arms and staggered towards the hole in the fence. I set him down inside the front door and made sure he had water and his weapon. I gestured to Billings and Dunn as Sanders brought in Hill, "time to go."They held. I gave it no thought, figuring that it was the wind.When I pushed open the door to his room, I saw my fifteen-year old on his bed, stark naked except for his socks. His hand was between his legs, moving rapidly, the favorite sport of the healthy pubescent male. Its amazing what you can see in just a glance; a magazine lay on the bed next to him, open to a picture of a man standing in front of a naked, kneeling blonde, her smiling if somewhat whorish face impaled on a mostly visible cock, only.