This was an enemy that fought without rules. It was a trained army that didn’t fight as an army. Truces were used by the enemy as a means to regroup...and attack with renewed vigor. Following the pattern established by the Americans, missiles and bombs replaced bullets and entire neighborhoods of Muslims were destroyed.By the time the fighting wound down, the face of Europe was forever changed. Buildings that had withstood World War II now were in ruins. In places, the citizens had gone well. When we arrived there were about 20 or so people, mostly close friends and family and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Mom and I had our swim suits with us in a beach bag and Jill quickly took us in to change, she was wearing a one piece suit that clearly showed her big boobs and it clung to her ass very tightly. She took us into her room saying that we could change there, but then left to go join her guests, I was hoping to get a good feel but no such luck. I began undressing and mom. Forgive me, and try to enjoy anyway. * A strange thing took place that Christmas as Joy’s eyes slowly opened in the dead of night. She wasn’t sure if it was Christmas Eve still or actually Christmas, a glance at the clock on the night stand told her it was midnight, so she really still wasn’t sure which. It didn’t matter, she supposed. With the subtlety of a mouse, she slunk out of the hotel’s firm king size bed, careful not to wake the strange man snoring drunkenly in it, and began searching. Her original lecturer Mr. Gordon, who Zara quite liked, had obviously gone on holiday or something. Anyway Zara sat down at her desk and awaited the class to start. This new lady says “Good morning everyone. I’m Ms. Winters. Mr. Gordon has gone on leave so I’ll be takin this class for the next few months.”“She is quite beautiful” Zara thought to herself. She had long black hair with black stockings and high heels. Her coat and skirt were the same, like a suit. She wore black framed glasses.