Other than one on one combat when someone tried to kill me in order to advance through the ranks, or toward the last, where a few were sent by the Cap...ain to assassinate me, I have no true combat experience. At some point in the future, would it be possible for me to receive some combat training? I don’t mean to imply that I expect to be in a league with your combat team, but...”Jeff thought for a second, not wanting to hurt his First Officer’s feelings. “The makeup of the teams goes something. They had been in the plane now for the past twelve hours, landing only to refuel every few hours and then going right back up again. Both men were very tired and very sore, particularly Matt, who still sported an open wound on his gluteus maximus that screamed with pain every time they pulled a turn higher than two Gs — which was to say every turn they made during their firing runs. He could feel wet blood squishing around in the saturated bandage every time he shifted position, could feel. "Do you think you could fuck her?" Angie asked."Yes, probably but I'd need some more drinks." I'd love to see that Dave," she grinned as we pulled ourselves out."Well don't hold your breath," I laughed.Once in the house, we began drinking in earnest, and Gina suggested playing spin the bottle."If it points at you, you have to do whatever the previous player says, does everyone agree?"A chorus of approval followed her words so she span a bottle and it pointed at Toni, Linda leaned over and. "Poor George," was one of the last things he could recall from the day.He felt Margaret's satin gloved hand stroking his face then bringing hisright hand down on her taffeta frock, but before he could feel just oneslither of a smoothing action across that glorious material, he lost thesense of touch and was lost in the land of nod for the night.The following day, George was telling a concerned Joyce, Margaret hadretreated back to her bedroom. She flounced out each morning for 'work'wherever.