She was everything he wanted in a woman. She proved she could hold an intelligent conversation and that she actually had a fun personality. If there w...s one thing he couldn't stand it was women who were beautiful, but weren't born with a brain; he knew most college guys didn't care if a woman was intelligent or not as long as they got laid, but he did care. As he overlooked the golf course, he recapped what had happened last night. He didn't jerk off that much, but he couldn't get Sarah out of. I don't really think that anyone really ever knew the real story of what went on behind the scenes when the hostages were taken. But I think that now America deserves to hear the true story from someone that was there at the time.It was plain and simple. When the Iranians took the Americans hostage, there was no ready made plan for such a contingency. Virtually all our planning revolved around how to win a war with the former Soviet Union.I can even recall the CNO coming aboard my US Navy ship. “You ever get laid?”“What?”“Laid! Screwed, fucked, had sex, done the bed bounce boogie! Or are you still as pure as new fucking snow?” he growled with heavy sarcasm. I was shocked into silence, even for my asshole father this was over the top. I looked at the five empty beer bottles beside his chair and shuddered, it was going to be another long night before I could escape to my room. My male parent is not exactly a father figure I could be proud of. He is a bitter alcoholic cripple,. If she were alone, he could see her glancing around, checking cars, searching faces. She was looking for him. The idea sent a little thrill through his system. His prey knew she was hunted, she just didn’t know by whom. He went there for lunch when she worked the mid shift, never sitting in her section. He’d sit close enough to the kitchen, though, to be able to see her. He loved to watch her smile, see the way her eyes lit up. Or to listen to her laugh and hear the crystalline tones of her.