.” I sighed.“What’s wrong with me? I have a decent body, people say I’m cute, and I get the idea that you’ve done it with lots of girls. Why...not me? It’s not like I’m a virgin or anything.”Truth be told, there was nothing wrong with her. She was cute. She had a very nice figure, and fit the body type I liked — not too thin, smallish breasts, and a cute little butt. She was exactly the kind of girl I would have been happy to go to bed with in the past. Her behavior confirmed for me that whatever. I had not even started the engine when I heard the slurping sound of a very wet kiss and a little moan. That explained why Rinaldi had insisted that we take the vehicle with a built-in bedroom.Gage looked distressed. She leaned on one elbow to reach across the Humvee’s exceptionally wide transmission hump and unzip my pants. I was trying to keep from killing us as she pulled Old Lucifer out and began to enthusiastically stroke him.In the interim, things in the back were beginning to really heat. The ringing of the entry bell of the shop broke his concentration.Nadine was opening her shop. So it must be already close to ten in themorning. That meant he had lost two hours in his trance and barelynoticed the time flying by.Then Nadine got out of her shop. Just to take a few quick pictures ofEmilio decorating her display. It reignited Emilio's fury. Then againnothing had changed. He was still unmoving and unable to complain.Now something else broke his monotony. Some onlookers were. “Early, you’re senior; you will answer for the group. Did you go out drinking with Major Jackson last night?”“Yes, sir.”“And did you get drunk?”“Stinking, sir.”“Then what happened?”“I don’t know, sir. Stewart and Kennedy don’t remember, either.”“What’s the next thing you remember?” Rogers asked harshly.“It was this morning, sir. I woke up in my bed and I found a note, sir.”“What did the note say?”“‘Nighty night. Sleep tight,’” he replied, sounding embarrassed.“Were you in your uniform when you.