‘Can I have a brave volunteer please?’ A cute red head with green eyes wearing a blue button down shirt and nice khakis got pushed forward by his ...riends and the bartender nodded to him. ‘Name please, have to be polite you know,’ said the bartender grinning like a fiend. After coughing to clear his throat, the red head replied in a rather nervous voice ‘Ryan.’ ‘I’m Becca,’ said Becca, smiling enthusiastically. ‘Ok, birthday Becca, lets get this party started. Ryan if you would please hop up on. She was looking stunning! She wore a white tank top and loose skirt. She smiled as she came near the door. She bent to remove her sandals, when I got to look at her cleavage! Damn ! Round and white,just partly covered with a low cut black bra :* . So soft and white, that I could see her veins. They seemed so likable to me.I just couldn’t stop looking at it ! She caught me. Surprisingly, she blushed.Since it was christmas vacation, my family had gone out for a trip. I remained back since I had. The mission was to rescue three hostages being held on a farm. Bret's responsibilities were any sentries. Using an M40A5 rifle equipped with a laser firing system. Bret's job was to be in position to neutralize the sentries on command then to support the squad by being a rear guard, covering their escape. When the squad departed the landing zone, Bret was able to get about five miles ahead before approaching the farm.Over the next hour Bret located the sentries and selected his firing position.. Smaller than the others, sitting on a box in-between its larger companions. It looked just like... but no, that was impossible. But still, she stared, unblinking, at the small, antique music player. Her lip trembled and her hands shook. With sweaty palms, she reached toward it slowly, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. It can't be... she thought. Even her thoughts were frozen. But her hands found the jukebox and lifted it carefully from its perch. Slowly, timidly, she turned it over in her.