"Garcia would probably seek new counsel. How he chose to end his arrangement with you would probably depend on how much of a threat he perceived you t... be," I said."What is to prevent me from having Garcia declare you an enemy?" the lawyer asked."Sweetie, if they try to hit me and fail, where do you think I am going to go looking for answers. Trust me, you are going to wish it was the cops at your door, if that happens." I said."I'll arrange the visit, but be assured that Garcia can and likely. She needs some short skirts too. I want to see some legs and I love silk stockings with high heels. I want her to have some blouses that are see through and some that barely cover her tits!”Naomi cut her eyes at me and smiled. I knew that smile. I’d recognize it anywhere from any woman on earth now. Naomi was going to give me a good fucking when we returned to the hotel!They were back just as quick this time. Naomi was wearing a short skirt that made my cock jerk when she turned around. There. She was one of the newer Type IX-Cs. From the moment that he saw her, he knew the reason for the posting to this type. He remembered his interview in Berlin long ago. Most of his classmates and contemporaries found themselves aboard Type XII U-boats, known as the Workhorses of the Wolfpacks. U-66 was a different breed, a Type IX – made for sustained operations and long patrols where there were most often no available home support facilities. As such, they were a little roomier and more. “What the hell is going on here,” he exclaimed. “Look, the town!”Janie replied “Goodness, it’s all changed! The town is so small now. I can see all the buildings from this hilltop.”It was no longer the bustling, small town metropolis they had each driven through yesterday. The town looked like it came from an Eastwood movie. Wooden buildings lined up in neat rows, but there seemed to be only a few streets between them. Those dirt streets were not the familiar pavement streets of their.