)Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story...on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Robert Voleman walked slowly into the narrow room. He was fourth in a line of six men. The room was brightly lit. There was a small platform about three feet wide sticking out from the back wall. On the wall behind that. A warning siren started blaring to tell me that my cockpit had been punctured and that the outside atmosphere was getting in. I silently prayed that whatever the air was like out there around the complex that it was safe enough not to kill me. I then locked my weapons onto the chain gun blasting at me and I let it rip. Again my aim was bang on and I blew the shit out of the weapon. As it exploded another warning light came on to just make my day. My other engine had just crapped out.I was going. Piermont was 47 yrs old and affectionately called the "old man" among his Marine group, but only behind his back, 20 yrs older he could still kick their asses. He was a state prosecutor before he was mobilized from his reserve duty and now was two thirds done with his tour of duty. Piermont wanted nothing more than to get back home to his family, but he wasn't going to hide or play it safe.Piermont had planned this mission and the squad had practiced back at base. They took up their positions. NOW mount me baby girl. Yes Daddy was all I could get to come out. I swung my leg over him and squatted over that massive shaft. I lowered my hole toward it and reached down with my hand to guide it to its target. When the head touched me I stopped and rubbed it against my opening and gently pushed myself down. I felt good, but there was no way it would fit. I squirmed on it and lowered my ass a little more and it started getting a little uncomfortable but not more than I could.