There was more rushing on the sidewalk as I recognized Sylvia calling and Adrian encouraging people out of the way. Behind me, I heard the distinctive...whistles of policemen on foot rushing up. I reached over the man under me for the purse I recognized as Sylvia’s, the strap cut. To the side was an open folding knife.“Annie! What on earth? You could have been hurt!”I looked up at her, handing her the damaged purse. I looked over at Adrian who was smiling. I looked back at Sylvia, “It appears not. "You'd still want to fuck me if I had a dick, though, right?" I don't know, I'd have to see you with it first, but just in case, I'd advise you not to do it." And I thought you'd love me no matter what, Angela." Shut the fuck up, Vicky, and make my snatch as sore as you can." No, we still have daylight to burn, and I don't intend on making your slit unpleasurable." Okay, Vicky," I giggled before I kissed her."However," she uttered, putting a small gap between us. "I can still give off some eye. Kim laughed. "I was worried about showing too much in this sports bra," she said. "But, no worries. Who's going to notice me?"Tess blushed. "I'm not going out there in this with just Kim, Will. You have to come to protect us!"Kim could see what my problem was. "Just wear a big towel," she told me.So we left the bus and walked the short distance to the pool. All three of us had overexposure problems, but at least there wasn't a big crowd of spectators. The pool area was entirely empty.It didn't. The AR-15/M-16 platform was originally a decent one but the idiosyncrasies of it will drive any soldier insane. It was a good idea once upon a time but the platform got stretched trying to do too many different things and the then Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara crammed it down all four of the services branches throats, whether they wanted it or not. Fuck you very much!The older nice and heavy 7.62 ammo, then the NATO standard, put nice big holes in bad guys and dropped them (usually).