I spotted a vacant bar stool and installed myself, ordering a rum and coke from the handsome young bartender. As I began sipping my drink, I felt a ge...tle pressure on my arm and turned to confront one hell of a babe! Her low cut sequined dress exposed a lush cleavage. As my appreciative eye swept from her décolletage down to her rakish hem line hinting of hidden delights, "I'm Julie, what's your name?" she whispered in my ear. Anticipating the usual pointless bar chat, "Charlie" I replied.. My son is normal and his sister does not play with his penis. We are a normal loving family." She took another chug of the wine, shuddered and looked at her son again. She felt so confused right then."Mom, I need Sis to come back in here and repair the paint job you messed up. Please?" Between the kick of the wine on an empty stomach and her son's lack of embarrassment, Dotty nodded yes. "Go ahead and finish that work of art, by all means." Thanks Mom," Terry said from behind her. "May I have a. (I had chosen the name because of a girl called Fiona who lived up our street. She was very tarty, with a fantastic figure, and always wore lots of makeup, tight blouses, mini skirts and high heels, with her toenails painted bright red or pink).'That's better, I'll call you Fiona from now on' said Geoff. 'In fact, why don't you get dressed for me now Fiona, and I'll make us another nice cup of tea. Be quick'.Heart pounding I went up to my room and took out my stash of clothes. Mum's underwear. The convoy took me to Morton Field before heading west. Robbie and Ed had something they wanted to show me.Sitting in the main helicopter shop was one of the Blackhawks; Ben-David’s secret shipment had been mounted on it. The extended range fuel tanks had been removed. In their place were the weapons pods that would hold eight Hellfire missiles on each side or eight Stinger missiles.I was directed to the shipping crates and in the bottoms were sixteen of each.“Guys, I know you think this is a.