Even Gitmo was Ass-hole deep in lawyers now that our liberally insane administration had decided that terrorist had more rights and special privileges...than honest hard working Americans.I assumed that there were some other facilities in Central America that the agency could use, deep in the jungle. The agency had been heavily involved in covert operations there since Ronnie was President. In the fast changing world of terrorism old enemies become new friends when the threat comes close to your. Why was she doing this? Was I really only a means to an end? Was shereally only after my money the whole time?Sure, I had TV to keep my company, but it's kinda hard to focus onwatching the Hawks play when you're forced to wear women's clothing. Itjust doesn't sit very well. So, I kept myself pretty busy with thoughtsof what is going to happen to me, and I had begun to clean the house.Without Becca there, the house was beginning to become a pig sty.Now, I had never "cleaned" before. I didn't. “Major?”“What?”“I happen to have some ladies here who are interested in entertaining fine strong military men like yourself. You wouldn’t happen to be interested?”“No,” Major Chavan said.He walked away without looking back. He knew that probably a quarter of the officers would take up the man’s offer tonight. It kind of irked him that most of those officers probably would feel superior to him.He left the hotel and paused. He looked up and down the street trying to decide which way to head. It. I was about to leave my office finishing work late as usual and all of the sudden as they say the doors of heaven opened pouring down thundering rain. I was wearing a silk white shirt and my favourite push up red bra showing my luscious breasts and black pair of old tights covered by a dark blue skirt. I was feeling very upset about not bringing an umbrella to work and to make all worse i was alone in the office apart from the security at the entrance. With the greatest frustration in mind i.