Breakfast was a long way off, and I’d been too intent on getting to Portland to stop for lunch. Yeah, I needed refueling in the worst possible way �...� not only the gas tank of my car, but my own personal gas tank. Sodas will only get you so far…It was a quiet little diner. Probably didn’t get a lot of business – just enough to stay open. The booth in the corner fit my needs perfectly. There’d be enough privacy there to sit and read a bit while waiting for me meal. Not that I normally needed. As expected for any woman that is sixty years old, her breasts aresagging. A comparative thought momentary fills my very confused mind as Idecide that I saw semi-naked twenty year old women back in Rio whose heavybreasts sagged more than my mother's sixty-plus-year old firm-looking breastssag. Although she is my mother and a naked senior citizen, I notice that herslender body appears to be quite firm and still somewhat shapely for her age.After five full seconds of staring at her painted. Gunny Anderson, Corporal O'Neil, are you two ready to go?"Gunny Anderson stood up and said, "Sir! Yes, Sir! And, congratulations, Sir." Picking up his stun launcher, he shouldered it. Reaching down he turned on his holo-emitter and disappeared.He asked, "Is this thing working?" Yes, it is, Gunny. We should do a check on all of them."Reaching down, he flipped his on, as O'Neil did the same.Amy watched the three men disappear."All of them are working, Sir." Good, then let's get ready to head out.. She wasn't sure where the temper was coming from. She crooked her eyes as far as she could, but with her head locked forward, everything below his chest was a blur. “Come closer!” She asked. He hopped closer to the bed, his overalls wrapped tightly around his ankles. She commanded more, he shuffled closer, but she still couldn't see him. “OK, you're going to have to get on the bed with me...” She said, slightly dejected. This was not going smoothly. Like a child being asked to clean his.