But then he stood back.She stood there in this embarrassing downward-facing dog position, bent over, head down, ass in the air, waiting for him. She s...ook her ass at him. She squirmed as she stood there. A look of anguish came over her face as she waited, waited, wanting him to penetrate, spank, anything.“Gave me a hard time downstairs, didn’t you?” he said, rolling the rubber on.She groaned. “Come on,” she begged, shaking her ass.“Afraid I was some criminal, weren’t you?”She was ready to curse. Cigarettes are hastily extinguished and the radio is silenced. There isthe soft sound of seatbelts being unfastened, doors being unlocked, and equipmentbeing readied. The van is slowly closing the gap between them and the mark.They're waiting for just the right moment to act, that precious few secondswhen the mark becomes vulnerable. And then, there it is, like magic. That fatalmoment of juggling briefcase, car keys and ringing cel phone. An instant offumbling and it is all done. ~~~~~~~ There. A few minutes later Becky came out to the patio and sat at the table across from me with her towel wrapped around her shoulders. “So what is on you mind Becky?” I asked as I passed her drink to her.“Well…I am confused a bit. And before you hit me with the blonde jokes, I am serious.”I chuckled as we like to pick on each other since the whole family has a genetic humor gene. “Ok, I am listening.”“They gave us so much information so quickly it was hard to swallow,” she started.I almost choked on. By dusk, we had a report from each pair that all was quiet. One said that they were continuing to travel toward the river while the other was going up in a building in an effort to get a better view. Both reported smoke in front of our projected path. We were going to relieve our front three posts. We were also tight on people. Both approaches were heavy in women while the middle group, which we had reestablished, was more lightly armed but mostly men. Our trip forward attracted attention as I.