Helicopters would be sent if medical evacuations were needed. Ghost Two was their rapid response support, and the two platoons would be rotated period...cally, when the situation allowed. Stan and the rest of Ghost One had learned during their training that plans were only suggestions to accomplish a goal, and seldom lasted much beyond the drawing board. He certainly liked the idea of frequent rotations better than the eighteen month tours at the sharp end of the stick that Special Forces were. The interminable waiting for the camera, light and sound setups are long, with the actual filming taking up less than two hours of a twelve-hour day. This however, gave me lots of time to mingle with the cast and crew, and of course ingratiate myself to someone I have lusted over. The hours dragged on, and at last, the call was complete, the end of the day was at hand. After the hangers-on and handlers had left Ms. Cottrell’s trailer, I started to remove her costume as she began to remove her. She surrendered into my arms and she would not let go of me. When we went to sleep again, she took off her bra and told me “ would you mind putting this somewhere safe?”. I was quite shocked actually but calmly I took the piece of underwear and placed it on the bedside table. I hugged her and we started kissing. When I moved down her neck, I could hear her breathing heavily, and I didn’t doubt that whatever I was doing, I was doing it well. She could not hold her self and lowered her t shirt. But he did not finger fuck my wife on the beach. He just lay against her bare cunt as she humped the lump in his swimming trunks.A while later this black guy Jamieson moved away from Ana. Before going out from de beach, he invited Ana to go dancing at night after dinner. My wife was delighted; she looked at me and told Jamieson we would be there, same disco as usual…Ana and I spent some more time sunning at the beach. Then we got back at our resort room. I asked her when she had shaved her.