She yelled something from her room, so I went to see what was she trying to say, the door wasn’t locked so I opened it and saw her naked, oh God, it...was fucking awesome, I stood there like an idiot, she immediately covered herself, and I hesitated and closed the door in a reflex. This was so quick that I re-thought about what I saw standing out of the door. Her nipples were black and her tits were so fair that the green veins were seen. She had a bush over her pussy. Then she yelled, pagal,. There was another combat vet, who had done a couple of tours in Afghanistan, and he was about as burned out as I was, if not more so. It made for some interesting discussions in proper police procedure, Georgia versus combat zones.For example, at one point we were being given a demonstration of proper procedures for the two-person detention. In this case, two police officers have apprehended a suspect and need to handcuff him, detain him in police parlance. The correct procedure is for one. She hadn't even taken her shoes off, the long black stiletto heels threatening to puncture her pale blue bedspread. She was racked with violent sobs, whining desperately as she cried. Fuelled by Dutch, or more accurately, Irish courage, I went in to comfort her. I sat on the bed, placing my hand gently on her bare shoulder. My touch had no effect, so I spooned up to her and wrapped my arms around her. With my face buried in Fiona’s mane of dark brown hair, I was distracted by the coconut and. Are you gonna be OK?” “Are you sure it’s Dave?” Polly said quietly. “Of course. I just served him. He’s with some blond guy.” Amber left the room and Polly sat there quietly, trying to regain her composure. She found another glass and poured herself a vodka as she puffed nervously on her cigarette. Why had he come back? “Don’t forget you’re on again in fifteen minutes,” the MC shouted through the dressing room door as he walked past, interrupting her thoughts. She had completely forgotten.