I complained, “Sgt., that’s not within the parameters of the Geneva Convention.”Banzai replied, “Sir, he and all of the towelheads don’t giv... a flying fuck at a rolling donut about the Geneva Convention.” Then he suggested, “Why don’t you get on the horn with Colonel Maggie and let her know of the enemy we’ve captured.”It made sense to me so I called Colonel Maggie and was surprised as hell.Flashback – Jack and John – Back at the base.We hauled ass to HQ and then I did some major bullshitting. ” “You wont run off?” “Dressed like this? Ha!” I gave her a twenty and she asked for two. About nine o’clock we closed up as traffic got down to almost zero. She plunked herself in my Corvette, said, “Nice car” and did the seat belt. “You hungry?” I asked her. “Yep. Ain’t et today hardly.” “You speak English now and then?” She didn’t answer. I drove to a decent place, and she said she didn’t want to go in dressed the way she was so I gave her my leather jacket and we found a table, got menus. Her stringy hair fell on my face and I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of this stranger. It was intoxicating, to be so involved and want someone so bad, to want her. My legs began to shake right away and I moaned a little too loud, soon feeling her hand over my overly wet lips as she told me to be quiet.She gripped my pants by the belt, yanking them off along with my underwear before biting down along my thighs. I couldn’t help myself and took a fist full of her hair, pushing her mouth full. When we arrived home Monica popped out of the car, revealing the patterned bikini panties she had on. Quickly she bent forward flipped the back of her uniform skirt in the air and smiled back at me as an invitation for me to join her inside.When we got into the living room I sat on the edge of the sofa as Monica dropped her books and approached me. She grabbed my head and pushed my face into her abdomen. "I've been thinking about you all day," she said. With that I reached up under her dress.