”“I’m not coming back in you stupid son of a bitch! I’m going after ISIS and I won’t stop ‘til they are all DEAD! You hear me you retarded...asshole! You sent us in blind! There was more than twice the number there that should have been.” The woman shouted letting her Pentagon contact have all her anger.“I admit the information was faulty but...” The man started.“Faulty! Listen to me ass wipe! I am not coming back, send any after me and you will soon be hurting for agents. Leave me the hell. " I moved closer to Sue reaching out grabbing at her clothes ripping her blouse off. John came up from behind holding her by the arms thus allowing me to pull on her slacks and get them off her slim legs. She tried to break loose from John kicking with her arms and legs, but he easily held her small petit body as I stripped all of her clothing from her struggling body. She was really scared, half-crying and half-yelling for us to let her go. When I grasped her bra tearing it from her, I had to. Now then, Chris, may I have that envelope please?" Another question that wasn't a question."Judge, can you make a copy of it for yourself? It's the only letter that my mom and dad ever wrote to me, and I want to keep it safe," I said."I'll be very careful with it, Chris. It won't leave my hand, and then I'll make copies of it if we have to have it for the record." Thank you, Judge." I gave her the envelope.She opened it and read it all, then she sniffled a little into her hanky. Then she went. ”She laughed and said, “I don’t know if I could actually do it. But god, Brooke! It was just like my fantasies!”I rinsed off and helped her shower. We dried off and she watched me get dressed in one of my slutty outfits. While I was dressing she asked, “You intend to keep dressing that way?”I smiled and said, “Doug loves these clothes and much to my surprise I kind of like dressing this way, too. Cindy and I are going shopping this weekend for more clothes like this. Would you like to come.