Part of a two-man team, I spot, he shoots.And right now, I was wishing that I was in Iraq or in Afghanistan in the tribal regions, rather than here in...the middle of New York City. But we don't pick our assignments, we just do what we're told, and try to make it through, day-by-day.For one thing, in New York, I'm not hiding behind some nice, clean, cold rocks in the mountains, or in the shadows of some long-abandoned building. I'm sitting next to a trash container, using an old, smelly cardboard. I pulled the bra off of her and flung it to the corner of the room, then, without hesitation, turned her around. She had her hands pressed against the wall of the room, her back arched as I kissed her neck. As she massaged her ass against the throbbing cock in my jeans, I caressed her tits.I grabbed her waist and gently squeezed. I moved my thumbs underneath the lining of her pants and slowly pulled them down over her incredibly tight ass. She reached around with her left hand to rub the. "I know? That's al you have to say? What should I do with you?" Well," Julie began, "when I was young and I did something very wrong I would get spanked. So maybe....." She couldn't believe she said that as the words left her mouth but Julie she would be fired if she didn't offer an alternative. Carson just stared at Julie. The silence was deafening. She stood up and walked to the door. Instead of turning the doorknob and leaving Julie twisted the deadbolt. She crossed back to his desk, reached. Yes; it was too much trouble to keep up the pretense of correctness -- she hiked her stockinged feet up and tucked them under her buttocks. Her dress bunched around her waist... she should pull it down, stay modest, if informal... but again, it was too much trouble. So much nicer just to stay as she was and drink her Grand Marnier and smoke the odd cigarette with the Moroccan grifti."Not cynical, Lena," Mark replied. "Just practical." Practical," Sharon repeated soporifically. She thought the.