Rollie half crawled over to her and saw blood seeping from a cut above her temple. He used his cell to call 911."911, what is your emergency?" We've b...en car jacked with shots fired. Two wounded. We're at the corner of Bischoff and Kingshighway and need an ambulance and the police." Rollie slipped to the ground, leaning into the car with his head in Jessica's lap."Jess," he whispered as he passed out.The first sound Rollie heard was a steady beep, beep, beep. I know that sound, he thought as he. Remember the Rules of Engagement: we are not at war with the Taliban; you may not fire on them unless: they fire on you first; you can fire in defense to protect your life or to protect the life of an American soldier, but you can't shoot first. Violations of these rules carry severe sanctions. Yeah, I know, I think they suck, too, but those are the rules, obey them. That is all. Good luck!"The pilot handed a microphone to Karl. "OK, Karl, here's where you really earn your keep. This microphone. We were in a way smooching inside Auto while auto driver just objected not to do it in his auto since Police will trouble him. She pinched and and turned away. And we were silent. She was pulling my legs making her face towards street. She pinched my hands. I was trying to stop her. But she was in a way erotic. We reached her home. It was around 7 night. And as soon as she closed the door. She jumped on me, kissing me.. But I felt like our lips our tongues were just fighting.. I could smell her. She excites me, despite being a little dumpy, not yet tall enough to distribute the puppy fat. Most likely it’s the way she dresses that causes me to burn. She adores blouses and, although no longer in fashion - it’s 1974 - most times, she wears a flared out skirt.I love to see her in a blouse, an image that has provided many hours of fantasy. Countless times I’ve overcome a day of drudgery at the factory as I’ve acted out my daydreams. By the end of the shift, most days my jeans are stained.