“Ok, as long as we don’t get caught.” I said, pushing her shirt up with both hands. She raised her arms in the air and took off her light green ...louse, revealing her voluptuous breasts. I had seen them multiple times before, including the yellow bra she was wearing, but I still managed to let out a low gasp as I saw them again, probably because it had been over 32 hours since the last time we had sex. I helped with the rest of my buttons and slid my shirt off, tossing it into the floor. Linda. I pulled about fifteen hundreds from the bundle, put them in my money clip, and put the now partial bundle in my duffle bag, the other bundle back in the bag, and put it on the high shelf. I put two extra magazines in my back pocket, and a box of rounds into the duffle. I should be set.I called Steve, but a woman answered. When I asked for Steve the woman said, "Hi, Chuck; Steve said that he talked to you this morning. Does this mean that you're coming here for flight training?" Yes, but who is. We passed through security, not a slave in sight, they didn’t trust us with those positions they were too easily turned, too disposable. The eyes on me watching every step every turn of my head, give me the right weapons and few flash-bangs and I could kill everyone in this room, problem was I’d never leave this room the personnel weren’t the problem the automatic lockdown was. At the entrance we were stopped by this piss ant security-girl eyeing like a piece of meat ‘Commander Nigh,’ she. The soles were sharply angled and only level off somewhat near the toes, as you might see it at medium-severe pony boots. They were the precursors to ballet boots, which her feet would suffer from the next phase of her training on.I spun her around and pressed her against the pillar, capturing her arms in a nasty grip. She writhed for all she was worth, but I managed to trap her wrists in the fetters – after getting her elbow in the ribs twice, that was.I secured her upper arms as well, forcing.