She certainly didn't want that so she complied, removing her panties and dr****g her body across the bed."Legs together; raise up slightly," he ordere..., and she did as she was told.SCHWACK!! the strop landed without warning bringing a yelp from Mandy's throat, "OWWWCCHHH, DADDY!"SCHWACK, WHAP, SCHWACK, SCHWACK, the strop landed again and again on the unprotected cheeks until she lost count. The strapping seemed to go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutes or so it. Now, with GPS telling you everything, it was much faster and monumentally more accurate. With the digital targeting systems, we could target the Syrians quickly and very accurately. You didn’t have to fire a round or two and then correct your aim. You could fire a massive salvo without warning and be relatively assured you were on target. The Syrians had Russian 122s with a nine-mile range and 152s with an eleven-mile range but weren’t getting intel from inside Kurdistan. The Kurds did have. "I guess I fell right into that joke." It is kinda corny, isn't it?" she kept her smile. The lights from the concourse made her dark black hair shine. She took off her jacket to sling over her arm with her purse in the other hand. She wore a pretty white soft blouse. Not as sexy as what Victoria wore, but it looked very nice on her. "I could go for a stiff drink," she moaned looking at one of the many bars."A cold beer would be nice but isn't it a little early?" Damn the time, I'd like one. Unfortunately, she succeeded, and the goddess was less than pleased...I didn't understand all of the exchange, but the goddess said somethingabout us not bringing the proper gifts, of bringing men of war to hertemple, and something that sounded like punishment that would be taken.And then she looked at me."You have skills, talents, potential. And yet you waste them inselfishness.When you learn better, you may serve."After I heard that, I passed out.The next thing I knew, Carl was standing over.