Give me a sinner with a drug problem any day of the week. So now that we’re on level ground, what do you want to do?” “Well, to be honest, I was...kind of hoping to lure you in with my innocence, act like you were showing me great, new experiences, and then fuck your brains out in the hotel room,” I chuckled, “but since we’ve got the pretense out of the way, why don’t we just skip the foreplay and fuck right now?” “Wow,” Jesus said with raised eyebrows, “so this is the real Rachel, huh?” “In the. “May I take my leave, Sir?” Lucy knew she had completed her mission. She smiled.“Yes, Lieutenant.”“Thank you, Sir,” Lucy stood up, saluted, turned, and headed for the exit.Zeke focused on his breakfast.“Zeke, do you have any sisters or brothers?”“One each Sir. Brother is nine and sister is six.” Zeke had a pained expression, “Sister has Down Syndrome.”“How has that changed your life?” Zeke asked.“A lot,” Zeke said.“Like losing one’s parents,” Frank asked.“Almost that bad.”“My sister, Lieutenant. The Chinese workers squatted in the dust and ate their food with strange utensils and brought back memories of soldiers and civilians alike pausing to catch a bite to eat in the midst of chaos. I respected that rite of survival and generally imitated the folks around me at such times knowing that eating and sleeping and other natural human needs had to be attended to in the cause of survival and the hope of winning final victory in any struggle.Kit and I sat in a makeshift restaurant tent. Mike had teased about buying an Instamatic so he could take some racy photos of me. After all, what photo shop would develop sexy photos? Or worse yet, if they did develop them, who would have seen them? Who would have copies? An Instamatic seemed cheap and sordid though, and I refused. He was very attentive when he was trying to talk me into it. Sensual. He was sensual when he tried to convince me. I knew that he had that stash of magazines in the basement. I tried to get him to throw them.