"The driver of the new Humvee yelled an answer, "Sir, apparently you don't remember what the fuckers did to the last soldiers they captured in Falluja.... They tortured them to death, then dragged the bodies through the street and finally hung the bodies from one of the overpasses."I asked the driver, "The Captain needs more medical care than I can provide, how long until we reach Ramadi?"The driver answered, "If we don't have to stop to deal with anymore injured, about an hour."I had an idea so. .. Or my tattoos?” she asked teasingly as she gave me pouty look.”You... and your tattoos,” I replied, ”are very impressive.””Thanks,” she giggled. ”I have a few more... If you are interested in seeing them.””I am very interested,” I said with a grin.”You first,” she stated. ”Let me see yours.”I undid and removed my shirt as she finished her beer and tossed the can aside. She stepped closer and looked me over, running her fingers through my greying chest hair, stopping at the small tattoo over. Normally, shed have literally jumped into bed with him if shed seen that smile. The next day, when Lindsey was called up again for coffee, Mr. Derrick slipped six hundreds in, and in her purse this time, not her bra. A little surprised, she looked at him with her eyebrows raised. His only reply was to gesture her forward and whisper, We dont want our money falling out, right? Confused, she walked forward, like usual. She noticed his desk was completely cleared off, unlike its normal cluttered. "Who do you belong to, girl?" he asked in a low voice. "I belong to you Daddy," she said in a whisper. He nodded as his fingertips slid between her legs and parted the folds of her glistening sex. He smirked up at her as his fingers became immediately moistened by pre-existing desire. Her throat made the slightest moaning sound as she bit her bottom lip trying to keep quiet as he slid his fingers back and forth across her clit. With his other hand he grabbed the back of her leg and pulled it.