We took ours and sat on a bench nearby, taking a few minutes to get the initial hunger out of the way before we talked.“So you went into the hospita... and found the hottest nurse in a thousand miles,” she said around a mouthful of sausage. “What the fuck? Like how did you manage that? You have blackmail material on her?”“Nope. We ran into Chloe Sinclair the other night though. HER, I have blackmail material on. Thank you for that. I don’t think I’m gonna release it though. If you do, that’s. .please do it now,” she begged. But when I merely continued what I was doing she realized what I wanted her to do and cried out, “Oh! Oh god...fuck my asshole! Pull down my panties ...and put your cock up my ass!” Then, when I only continued, she screamed, “PLEASE! PLEASE PULL DOWN MY PANTIES AND FUCK MY ASSHOLE!” I could hardly resist such a genteel invitation, so I helped her to stand up then stood up myself and took pictures while I allowed her to kneel and pull down my pants and. ”I asked the girl her name, and she looked at the bar man before she cleared her throat, sniffed and said, “Nancy, sir,” with another quick curtsey.“Don’t drop your knee to me, girl,” I told her. “We don’t do that on this side of the water.”“Sorry, sir,” she said quietly, almost doing it again.“Don’ you spoil ‘em, y’big galoot,” my sometimes-friend cried, slapping my shoulder. “I ain’ even broke ‘em good and proper.”Behind the girl, another appeared, dressed and looking much the same, rather. He retired to his quarters, booted up the small 'puter and began gaming some scenarios about possible enemy intentions. He was getting thoroughly annoyed because he could not envisage an enemy intent which did not result in some sort of friendly disaster unless the enemy proved not to be an enemy and he snorted disbelievingly when that thought popped up into his tired brain.So it was with relief that he entered the Hall to be met by the shuffling of some hundreds of feet as the occupants stood..