I walked up to her and pretended to ask her the direction to a friends place. When she was about to answer I said,"Wait a minute? Aren't you Betsey By...ant? Don't you remember me? I am Jim from school." This had her thoroughly confused and I moved in for the kill. I rambled on about some made up school career until she invited me to her place. I had never really seen her place except from the windows, and I was impressed. She had impeccable taste in decor that seems the mark of the successful. I cleaned myself as best as I could while crying. I had been the rag doll for these guys and once again had sex with no protection at all. James came back in the room and sat on the bed and asked me why I was crying. I didn’t say a thing and just asked him to take me to my car. On the way there James said that I was the most beautiful and best little slut he ever been with and all that happened was because I wanted them. I was furious but at the same time aroused and could not deny I was proud. Her mother and her father thought it was beautiful because it reminded them of their birthplace Ireland. She was teased relentlessly in grade school because she was the only redhead in the entire class of thirty students. One boy had hair that looked a little bit red when the sun hit it just right but nobody made fun of him because he was pretty big and tough.Sister Immaculata told her she was lucky to have red hair because it matched her face which was a "map of Ireland". Rosie certainly. " Thanks, Harris, I'll keep that in mind." RPG ON THE LEFT!" FIRE! SHOOT AT HIM, DAMMIT! Unit 2, Adams, are you guys OK?" Yeah, we're OK, Captain. That oh so wonderful slat armor triggered the RPG before it could reach us, just like it was supposed to. I'd like to kiss the person who came up with that stuff, even if he was a man! We were shaken up a bit, but no serious injuries. I do think Hanson did swallow his chewing gum, though." OK, Sergeant, just be alert. It looks like we found "ambush.