It would definitely drop back below zero when night came in a couple of hours. The sun was already low on the horizon.He heard a loud, snuffling sound... It was coming from the side of the building. Initially, he was only mildly alarmed until he realised, he had come outside without his pistol. ‘Bloody stupid man,’ he chided himself. He decided he was closer to the Buggy than the ruin and he knew the rifle was probably still in it.The snuffling sound was now louder. Whatever it was, it was moving. “Dude! What the fuck! Have you lost your fucking mind!” The man across from her yelled and looked down and then turned away in disgust. Sasha looked down to see her fly was unzipped and hanging out was a flaccid and dripping penis! She had been peeing in a urinal with a penis! Hanging from between her legs was a penis! She screamed. Sasha first covered it and then she pushed it back inside the pants and carefully zipped it up. She could feel it! She could feel what it felt like as she pushed it. It was too far to see the door labels but I was pretty sure the right hand door was the entrance the the men's restroom. I waited a few minutes to see if anyone else was around. I thought perhaps she was meeting a man in the restroom but there was no other movement. Curiosity got the best of me and I stepped around the shrubs and headed toward the restroom. As I had suspected the right hand door was for males. I paused for a moment but it occurred to me I had every right to walk into a. The two that were doing the freight run would do their last run tonight.General McVee was flying in with the twelve other crews that had done flying for us. All eighteen Iowa air transport crews had flown to, from or around Africa in the last 10 weeks. They had flown enough hours on our nickel to meet their time requirements for another year.The four C130s we owned had been inspected and recertified for another year while the Guard was flying freight runs for us. They had given our pilots a.