An ordinary straight housewife yesterday, then this strange woman turns up on her doorstep today, and within minutes has turned her in to what must fe...l like to her, a sex mad dyke. I knelt at her feet, trying to offer words of consolation to soothe her. I said,"Don't be frightened Amanda, we all have a part of ourselves that we try to hide. It's just taken someone like me to show you that there is another side to the coin. And it's not as if you've been unfaithful to your husband with another. (her voice was so soft and amazing)She:I’m waiting to drive you from the top and want to get crazy baby.Me:who is stopping you. Come and drive me.Everything is yoursShe:I want your pole inside my hole.Me: pehle apne kapde toh khol (first open your cloth).Then we did lots of sex chat.After two days she said the most beautiful thing over the phone ” mere husband aaj saam ki flight se london ja rhe hai unko airport drop karne ke baad kya tumhe pick karu”.I replied why not . She given me address as. WTF! Debriefed? That didn’t sound family-friendly-fuzzy to me. In my limited military experience, debriefings were a crapshoot between a mindfull and Monday morning quarterbacking. Victory has a thousand fathers while his twin brother, defeat is an orphan.When things went well, debriefings were a cakewalk; otherwise, the interrogation took on shades of the Spanish Inquisition as the powers above grilled you like a pork chop on the barbecue. As much as I hated the procedure, I also understood. The deputy sheriff had arrived by now, and was taking our statements. In about an hour, the sheriff's investigator was on the scene collecting evidence. He said, "You surely shot the hell out of those two." He indicated the two in the kitchen.I said, "I had to make sure they were dead, it was two on one. I was also mad as hell. They had beaten the shit out of Sammy." The one in the hall was hit three times and I only found three empty 9mm's," he said."I must have hit him all three times I shot,.