He was obviously off his face, singing in a slurred and uneven voice. He staggered across to Phyllis's urinal, pulled his cock out, but then - as Phyl...is's pulse was racing - he unaccountably shuffled to another urinal, and pissed in that and on the floor. Some of the piss reached her feet, but that was all she got. How frustrating!Back in the pub, a group of men were talking by the bar. "Back in a minute, guys" one of them said, "I need a slash." He added: "I haven't had one all day. I'm. I was already five minutes late for Silvia. She would be sitting in a bar on the village square, probably dressed classily in a floaty, summer slip, sipping wine and smoking cigarettes. Almost certainly a smattering of the local wide-boys with their camp mopeds and expressions of youthful optimism would already be circling like vultures, shouting provocative comments in her direction, trying to impress her by popping wheelies on their pathetic steeds, dreaming of the moment when they would find. Little did I know...It took a little over a week to get us all checked out in my new toy. I had Grace, Kim, Allison and Amelia fly down to meet us so they could be on the inaugural flight of what I dubbed "Sherwood Airlines." I even went so far as to have the name painted on the plane. On the nose of the plane was a surprise I had painted. It said Grace & Kim in fancy script letters. My ladies arrived and were bowled away, not only by the size of the plane, but the fact that both their names. The female soldiers had a barracks of their own. Later that night Morrison got into the storage room of that barracks by removing a screen from a back window using just a screwdriver. Piss-poor security.The faint beam from his penlight showed a row of locker doors. Now, it was a matter of finding a uniform that would more or less fit him and maybe getting some cash and ID.Early the following morning, Sgt. Naomi DuPlessis showed her identification to the sentry at the gate. He waved her through,.