"Sounds like a winner, Miss Dorsett... and may I ask where the animals are and what they're up to?" Well, they're lying down in the corner side by sid... and seem to be watching us," Carol replied, her hand still inside his as she led him back to the living room area, reluctant to break the contact."Do you get the feeling we're being chaperoned?" Mark whispered."I hadn't thought of it that way," she whispered back. "But now that you've mentioned it, we are being observed closely... so behave. "This is the best world of all, because it's the only one we have." She shrugged and looked into his eyes. "You're going to get a lot of people with problems, some of them real bad off. Don't worry about me. I may be damaged, but I'm functional."He nodded slowly, eyes distant. Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by the crackle of a radio. They had the radio working in the truck. The captain called the Hum-Vees and arranged to meet them at a code named point. He diverted the little. "Where's the bedroom?"The bedroom was not neat; actually, that's not correct. The bedroom was a mess. Bed unmade, shoes on the floor, a pile of dirty clothes near the closet. I wondered if I could catch something just lying naked on the bed. His library was on the night-table, open to the centerfold. We passed his desk, with a computer humming. The screen saver was a slowly crawling message which read, "On your knees, bitch." I idly tapped the space bar to see what his screen looked like. Up. ” Sarah confessed. “You could have just asked.” Carrie whispered into Sarah’s ear.Steve was still standing in the doorway watching the ladies talk and cuddle. He adjusted the light so he could see them better. Carrie could finally appreciate the woman who was lying next to her. Although Sarah was about 15 years older than Carrie, Sarah had firm tits and a slender body, her blonde hair was messed up and curling around her face. She had deep blue eyes and gorgeous lips. Steve started to say.