.. Softly... and ask me that naughty little question again..." Jesus Christ! Did he fuck you, Linda? Please!"Her teasing giggle seemed to go on fore...er before her answer drifted through the line:"Stroke a little faster, Baby... but don't cum... not yet... Are you sure you really want to know the answer to that delicious little question?" Yes, Yes! I need to know if he fucked you, Linda! Please! Please!"She answered softly: "Don't you want to know if he kissed me first? Or if he stood. In the silence a voice from the bar called out, “Hey, it’s Lieutenant Steward! Lieutenant, come on back here!” The invitation seemed to release the tension in the room and the voices resumed. I walked back to the bar and saw Private Borden and Lance Corporal Michaels from Second Squad.The bar was fitted out as a British pub, with low, dark timbers and a darts tournament going on in one corner. A song by the Eurythmics was playing.“Hey, guys,” I said, “What’s up?”“Oh, not much,” said Michaels,. We figured that ¼-inch thickness should do well enough. Anything thicker was welcome, but I didn’t want to take a chance with anything thinner. We didn’t think that a very large piece was required because a person would be well skilled with the .22 before he or she was turned loose with a 9 mm.We were able to find a Glock G19 GEN4 that was an excellent fit for Ann’s hand, and we picked up a full range of magazines. Of course, I also had her fitted for a crossdraw holster to wear at her waist.. He inhaled deeply and slipped into a mental review of many sweet memories.Any time thoughts of her came into his head everything else he was doing stopped to allow him to savor whatever images were conjured up. A private smile graced his lips as he made his first selection. It was always a treat when visions of her exquisite thighs were featured in his subconscious. This afternoon he watched behind closed eyes, as they parted for him in a silent request to feast upon the prize that they framed..