“After Special Operations Basic and the Advanced Course, I was sent to study Magic under the tender mercies of Master Sergeant Mary Whelan. She was ... rough old Irish woman and a hard drinker. She had what I thought at the time was a huge Talent. She taught me and the other students a lot. There were only three others in my class, and the others got along with her very well, but I didn’t. She thought I was too pretty to be a Special Operations Team member. To a certain extent, I guess I. "Kristy walked over to the couch and sat down between the two guys. The one immediately put his hand on her thigh that was exposed from the slit in her dress. The other guy put his arm around her shoulder. She was the center of attention, as they all seemed to huddle around her.One of the guys asked, "Are you bringing some friends with you?"Kristy responded, "I was but something came up and they could not make it so you just get little ole me."The one said, "From the looks of you one will be. We were theirs to do with us as they pleased.That night found us holed up in their Temporary village “Gulag” which was little more than a ramshackle, wooden Shack with a couple of windows made of decrepit, rotting iron bars. It was an unsavory condition at best.So dick finally coaxed the Busty woman “Stoya”, guarding us, to let us out into the main Den and Communal Gathering Hall where the rest of the Guerilla Widows were getting wasted on Vodka, cheap Cigars and Russian Beer which they’d. ” “I….I….I don’t remember.” He responded. “I’ll get changed quickly.” “No Brian, it’s me that was invited.” Brian looked on in shock. “Oh.” “It’s just girly talk anyway. You would be bored.” “Who else is going?” He asked. Tammy continued to put on her lipstick. “I have no idea.” She told him. Fifteen minutes later she was gone and he was still in a state of shock. All sorts of things were running through his mind. All this talk of cuckoldry was sending his thoughts racing. He thought about.