I looked next to me at Mike. I could see from the blank, staring look in his eyes, and the unnatural angle of his neck, that he hadn't made it. Althou...h we were in no danger of sinking as long as the pontoons retained air, water was coming in and hypothermia was an immediate problem. I reached back to Misty, and on feeling my touch, she immediately calmed down."Misty, we've got to get out, now," I said. She nodded, and said, "Mike?" I'm sorry, Misty, Mike didn't make it. But we can survive, If. Danny and the rest of his squad ran to help with the wounded. He was helping load a little girl with broken legs into an ambulance when some one detonated an IED. twenty two more people, including Danny were killed. That little girl lived, though. Danny's body had shielded her from the blast. I guess I kinda gave up on the world, after the funeral."That was six months ago."He stopped talking, and after a moment, I asked Mike as gently as I could, "How's your wife taking it? You haven't. “I’m always up for a ride with you two.” As Sharon pulled away from the curb, Tasha smiled at Don, “So, where are we going?” “Sharon’s navigating this ride, wherever she chooses.” “Yes, and let's start this ride by first having you undress for us,” Sharon ordered from the driver seat. Tasha did so, pulling her tee shirt over her head followed by her bright pink sports bra. She lifted her hips from the plush leather seat, pulling down her pants and little cotton panties. She noticed Sharon. He had been meaning to oil them, but like most things lately, he kept telling himself it could wait. As Michael continued to work his way around the house, window by window, rusted hinge by rusted hinge, his thoughts continued to swirl around the woman...her beuatiful light brown hair, her legs, God, her legs! The vision of them gently swaying over the side of the kayak and she stroked her way through the water. The thought wouldn't go away, each time it became more and more erotic. He could.