45's. I frankly didn't like Ed's mimed suggestion that we bare-hand them. Sure I wanted some prisoners to question, but these guys would be low on the...pecking order and likely didn't know shit. Besides, with their AK's sort of at the ready, they could do quite a bit of loud spray'n'pray with them, warning the bigger fish upstairs. That would be worse than getting no intel at all.After our wordless debate, Ed shrugged and we did rock, paper scissors for the fun of making the pair of headshots,. ’ ‘Fuck OFF! I ain’t putting up with a punk kid like you.’ His eyes pulled away from mine and his hand quickly latched onto her underwear, quick strokes across her restricted area being sent by his hand. At this point, I knew that I had to do something before this took a turn for the worse. Tears rolling down the cheeks of the young female, I took a few steps forward and this diverted his attention. His hand ceased movement over the area that was, to her own embarrassment, I’m sure, growing. Charity's hand continued around Sara's waist, drawing her toward her along the cushions. Their breasts met and pressed together. They held each other close for a long time.Finally, Charity's hands began to stroke Sara, one slipping down to cup her buttocks, the other caressing Sara's flank and the swell where her breasts bulged between their tightly clasped bodies.Sara finally broke away, jumping up and hurrying to turn out the lights in the kitchen and living room. Just as quickly, Charity. Stacey had gotten so pushy. I might have used ‘bitchy’ or ‘controlling’, but I loved her for who she was, warts and all. Perhaps my love and support had made her less sensitive, and she’d just come a little more out of her shell. Besides, this wasn’t about Stacey, or even me. It was about my parents. ”Present condition’ sounds so cold and clinical,’ I objected. ‘They need the loving care and stability of a warm family environment.’ And round-the-clock supervision, I thought, but everybody in.