My Glock was back in the holster, so I went to the back door and out. My tent was where I'd left it and I retrieved the Buckmaster, and continued walk...ng around. Everything seemed to be here now. My garage, my barn, my horse, mule, everything.Then again, not quite everything. The pole for my electric service was here with the security light, but there was no line running to it. The line to the house was in place, but the other one, to the REA's service line was gone. My damned satellite dish. "My jaw dropped. "Holy fuck, Mya. A second ago you weren't into the idea, and now you are extending it to your sister?" Are you mad?" she asked worriedly. "I thought banging a set of sisters was every man's fantasy? I just want to keep you happy." Love, we have been together a day and I am already very happy!"She set her ice cream container on the nightstand and grabbed mine and did the same. She then crawled on top of me. "Tell me you wouldn't want to essentially have two of me at the. My North Africa team received approval for the plan and I was personallycommended by the Director for volunteering. I received my citizenshipof the USA that day. My future in the Agency was assured, if I gotthrough it. I also received what I was told was a winning ticket in theVermont State Lottery nine months out - not a big win but a little"thank-you" for putting myself in harm's way.I presented myself for surgery. I have to say that any misgiving that Ihad were overtaken by the. So, I text Dave telling him that I’m horny. He says he is home and can’t wait. I tell him I’ll be there in ten minutes. He replies saying that he will be tied to a chair in his speedos so I better hurry before someone else gets there.I laugh it off as an idle fantasy but there is some truth to it, people drop into Dave’s place all the time unannounced. But it was a Tuesday afternoon around 2pm so it should be OK.No surprise that when I walked into Dave’s little house, he was in the living room.