Sandy knew what was expected of her. She also knew that she had absolutely no choice other than to cooperate. She glanced at Karen who remained seated...beside her on the big bed and received a wicked grin from the big dike. Sandy knew Karen would enjoy her humiliation even more than the men would enjoy her services. At last, head bowed, Sandy stood up and walked over to where the four men stood waiting in a line.Stepping in front of the first man who was perhaps forty years old or so, Sandy. " I don't know," Budzinski replied. "I've been down in their nests. Their hives are really deep and convoluted."Clark detected the tension in Budzinski's voice and just nodded. Something was bothering the sergeant, but this was not the time to find out what it was.Chester looked at Miguel who appeared to be focusing on his keg of beer. Both were close enough to overhear the two marines' discussion. "Do a seismic reflection survey," Chester suggested."What was that?" Clark asked, somewhat. But the girl that followed him into the room was absolutely stunning. She was tall, elegant and expensively dressed.The envelope he handed over to her confirmed my unkind thoughts, while wondering if his wife would be more forgiving of him paying for the sex he perhaps wasn’t getting at home, rather than falling in love with someone else.All thoughts went out of my mind as I watched her secrete the envelope in her purse, not checking the contents, which told me they had done this before, and. And Him, on her, kissing her, pushing into her, lying to her.I want to touch her. That’s why I have come. In the night, to touch her. To stroke her cheek. To part her hair with my fingers. To let her eyes open. To see me. To see what He wanted, what He took, what I let Him have. Her, all alone now. Her, in her big empty house. Her without Him. Him without me. I want her to know. To share me. I want her to see me; me, as I am. The me He made me.I blow so gently into her nose, her gently-tilted.