.. after I checked he'd be paying." Thank you for that, Warrant. When 'Morg' returns book him for the medical and I'd not be surprised to hear that he...is on the proscribed lists." Proscribed list? What proscribed list? I've never heard of one and I've been in Andrew for nigh on forty five years with three tours in recruiting. You are the first person I've ever heard mention anything about one." Not surprised you don't know about them. There has not been a case involving the lists in the past. "Do you love me?" she asked, staring directly into his eyes.He simply nodded and looked down. If he had been looking at her face, he would have seen the brief smile that hovered there before she quickly suppressed it. As it was, all he saw was the miserable ground."Then you'll let me go," she told him monotonously.His gaze quickly jerked back up to her. "You would leave?" he asked, agony deeply embedded in his voice.Harley simply nodded."But, how would you get home?" he searched for an excuse. It was given by a woman that was in her early forties. She was a lovely woman and dressed always very sexy. Sandra was sure that she wouldn't get any trouble from her. Because this woman spends most of her time on the boys and only paid attention to the girls if they asked her something. She was single and many of the boys enjoyed the attention they got from her. She was nicely tanned and always used a very sensual odor on her. Some of the girls even thought that some of the boys were secretly. Her house rode opened to show her nakedness under the terry cloth.Typically for a randy bloke, my hand reached inside and cupped a breast. She slapped my hand away, but giggled, the attention wasn't entirely unwelcome, but this wasn't the right time."Where's Nitro?" She asked as she sat at the opposite end of the dinning table, not bothering to close her robe."I let him out a while ago, last I saw, he was hunting the hedges, probably smelling out the foxes." Even with the familiarity of her.