I found myself looking at the woman beside me and for the first time actually as a woman. She was still slim, gaunt even, so her figure was still ther..., but her clothing disguised all but her legs. Her boobs were lower, almost to her waist in fact, her hair wispy, fine, thinning and white and her skin pale and wrinkled, but she had an elegant, almost statuesque quality despite her frailty and stiff joints.Then my moment came."I must spend a penny, Charlie" she said (my name's Peter) and slowly. His eyes bulged."You sold us out."The succubi had swooped out of the sky on Trent and Ade Ellis while they'd been patrolling about a click out from FOB Helmuth. Trent had thought he was dreaming. He'd watched Penthouse Pets drop out of the sky and wondered when the wah-chikka-wah-wah music was going to kick in, and how much action he'd get before his alarm clock woke him up.He'd have said the succubi overpowered them, but it would have been an exaggeration. The demons had batted elegant eyelids. He rubbed his come-splattered nose against her, then he pressed his nose deep and hard into her still-open gash, as she moaned loudly and thrashed wildly on the bed, releasing still more of her sweet, natural juice, this time squirting him directly in his left eye. She rolled onto her right side, still with his head between her legs, and she locked her legs in a tight scissor-grip around his head and neck. With nowhere to move, he had no choice but to continue to lick at her, his tongue. It was still before noon and the day was going to be lonely and boring. At least I had the beer. Back at the motel, I was carrying my shopping items in when the guy I had briefly spoken to in passing offered to help me carry items inside. On the last load, I offered him a beer, and he gladly accepted. There was no chair in the room, so we both sat on the side of the unmade bed talking. Glenn introduced himself and said he had been here for a full month now. He was also working locally on new.