"Yeah, my Da was in the Army, too, and told me about buffing floors and inspections. Was your Da Airborne?" she asked."No, he joined the Agency from t...e Army and told us that he only made one operational parachute jump, and that had been enough for him," I told her as we reached the other end of the building."Only stocking feet, and don't drag your duffel. That floor will need to look just like it does now when we leave in the morning," I reminded the other two women."How can we do that?" one. “You think he’s back there beat’in off?” he asked in a hushed voice. “I don’t know…maybe he’s just taking a dump or a shower,” she replied, wondering exactly where her husband was heading with all of this. “I don’t hear the water running,” he asserted as he twisted to listen better, just to make sure. “So he’s taking a dooky then,” she said with wide eyes. “So what?” “Why don’t you just walk in and get in the shower or something like that?” Mark suggested. “MARK!?!” she blurted in a normal. The images that played through his mind made his cock all hard again. He wondered that he could have lived to be 25 without ever tasting that pleasure before. No wonder the inquisitor liked to taste witches. The word ‘witches’ finally penetrated his sex-induced euphoria andhe sat bolt upright. What had he done? All of a sudden he realized what he had been doing, what she had tried to tell him. God? He tried to pray, but the words stuck in his throat. He fell on his knees, searching for his. Just call me Pico." You'll wait for me, Pico?" Certainly. And, Paula," he called, stopping her in the doorway. "Pack your things." All of them?"He nodded. "Everything. You won't be coming back to this motel." I'll hurry." Please do."Paula shut the door, not bothering to lock it now that she knew the men were there to help. She laid out the things she would wear, then got her suitcase and began packing.Jose stood beside the bed, neglecting his duties, staring after Paula.Pico noticed the gleam.