Scowling against the singing heat, with a hand covering his face, he desperately wished to cover his ears and drown out the horrific, chilling screams...and the spitting flames. A woman ran out across his path, making a desperate dash for freedom. Her red hair trailed out behind her. Her torn and ragged shirt barely covered her pale skin - darkened by streaks of mud. Her thin arms and bare legs flailed frantically as she scrambled away. She barely passed in front of the Legate before two. How much?" Head costs forty," she said glancing around to be sure no cops were watching."Okay, get in." She knew better than to get into a car with a john. There are a lot of crazy fuckers out there and there's no telling what they'd do to her. That's what Roscoe always said."I'll meet you around the corner," she said pointing to the small alley just past the next building. He pulls forward and makes the turn. She follows.Five hours later, on the hot and windy afternoon in August, she had. Mom looked on without a word, smiled, with her nipples now hard. Her one hand gave herself a little attention, and sat in the driver's seat reaching for the radio. The youngest still playing with her nipples watched her sisters, learning how to treat and be treated. They changed places and the other began helping her sister clean up and be satisfied. Mom had reclined her seat, was looking away, listening to the radio. Her hand out of sight of the girls was very busy working her sexual pleasure.. .. well ... well the next nurse for Sgt. Blaine.”Maggie really laid into her, “Nurse, aren’t you an officer and isn’t Sgt. Blaine is a non-com? Do your supervisors know about your fraternization with a non-com?”The nurse was dressing hurriedly and admitted, “No Sir, they don’t know about it. We came up with this plan to thank Sgt. Blaine for saving Cindy’s life.”Colonel Maggie saves my butt when she says, “Well, I would say Sgt. Blaine has been thanked enough. Now get your ass out of his room.