He noticed that there were feds everywhere. He began to unpackthe new clothes the FBI had gotten him and he heard a knock on thedoor."Come in."It was ...ois Press. "Hello Mr. Harker. How are you holding up?" she inquired."Okay I guess. All my friends call me Donnie." Alright then Donnie. Then please call me Lois." Okay. What's next Lois?" What's next is I would like you to look through this mug book to seeif you can pick out the shooter. Okay?" Okay."Donnie looked through the book for five. “Sorry, but I’m a sucker for men in uniform. There’s just something that excites me. Honey, I confess now ... I wasn’t totally faithful, either. I just kept it to a couple of my buddies in the National Guard. When we got back from training, we’d always stop and have gay sex with each other. That’s why we were always late coming back from our monthly duties. I told myself no more after we got married, though. Why do you think that I waited until my Guard term was up to marry you? That was why,. She could feel something on her face. Somewhere in all of that, somebody had come on her face. She probably had it in her hair, too, but she didn't care.A quick pee, a brief shower to rinse away the mess on her legs, a quick douche, and she was ready to find another guy. She looked in the living room, but didn't see any spare cocks. It was too early to go upstairs, so she tried the basement instead.In one corner was a game of naked twister. Couples were entwined around each other, and as she. I still had not heard any cries of anguish from the captive, if she was indeed here, and I did not understand why she would have been taken except for ransom or pleasure, or perhaps both. It was typical army, nobody told the men anything.I sat on the floor and rested my forehead against the post with my legs outstretched on the dirt floor, trying not to think of food. I probably fell asleep for I was jarred out of my reverie by a door slamming and footsteps on the wooden stairs behind me."Get.