John's mouth began to water at the view. "Wow, you're really wet, honey," he said, running a finger down her clit. She flinched at the cool touch of h...s finger. "I am?" she said biting her fingernail. He nodded. "How do you please yourself, honey?" he asked. "I just rub my legs together really tight and it makes my pussy feel good," she explained, breathing quicker as he pressed down harder on her clit. "You don't ever rub it, or stick your fingers in there?" he asked, running his fingers. She also saw running towards them, carrying guns, the silhouettes of what must only be soldiers. But not soldiers as she thought they should look like. They had guns which they were firing as they ran along. But otherwise they were naked. Their skin was all blotched with green and brown, and, oddest of all, each and everyone of them was sporting an erect penis which was proceeding ahead of them. They were shouting to each other and to the world in general. “Glory be to the King!” one shouted.. Can’t you tell? Is this dress not tight enough? A man like you looks like he’d know how to tell when a woman is looking to get picked up.’ Shit. That is not something you say to strangers. Thank god she didn’t live here. In one week her placement would be over and she’d be able to go back to San Francisco, back to Piddles, back to Lula and the apartment. Back to real life. With her, she hoped, she’d bring a newfound sense of confidence, or at least a believable fake one, which she would in. You have done well but there are more difficult missions coming. I thought spending time with your family would help you through the times to come." Thanks Joe," Jonas said. He smiled and said, "I'll do my best."Jonas sat in one of the folding chairs that funeral directors use at grave side ceremonies. He stared at the two graves ready to be filled. The caskets had been lowered into the graves and all the other people that came to the funeral had left. Jonas seemed to be oblivious to anything.