Is it not good?’ She lowered her eyes, praying he wouldn’t beat her again. ‘It not bad…you do better next sun. Eat then come to bedroll,’ he...ordered as he washed his food down with a long swallow from a waterskin. Samantha shuddered at the thought of going back to his bedroll. She could barely stand the thought of him defiling her, hurting her again. It angered her that he easily dismissed their hard work as nothing. She’d show him she could do better. Grabbing the other two bowls, she ladled. Hanna and Sylvester had ridden the JLG and then sent a report to the station. The report contained video of all the parked ambulances and the preparations to receive the injured.The 737 landing lights were a couple miles away on final approach when I was tapped on the shoulder. When I turned, Frank and Eric were both standing there.“We thought you might need a little moral support, everything OK?” Frank asked. “Although it looks like you have everything well covered.”“We are good here with this. Those officers had full faith in MacArthur and his plans.They asked about the M1 Garand I had offered to MacArthur (That had been flatly refused.), and why I was not using them myself. I told them I was under no obligation to use army approved weapons. I had seen and liked a test prototype so much I was equipping my men with them. I let them hold one to see how much lighter it was, pointing out the advantages, and with the smaller caliber ammunition, the men could carry many more rounds. They. Oh. My. God. I felt like I was a creepby getting aroused from exposing myself here, even though I knew it wasreally some guy's arousal coming through in my body as he controlledme.That was freaky to think about. This guy was making me wet from theinside. He was making me feel like I was turned on by looking at my ownbody, as he controlled my eyes and hands and pussy.I stopped doing star jumps and grinned down at Yung, panting. He wasstaring at me open mouthed, the tablet hanging forgotten in.