I rubbed my way down her stomach until I reached the hem of her top. There I snuck my hand inside and touched her belly button. "Bob, No!" She repe...ted. But she made no move to stop me. I stole my hand down inside her skirt and touched the waistband of her panties. "Bob, please! Don't touch me there." Peggy pleaded. But the next thing we knew my hand had slipped inside her panties and was touching her red pubic hair. Peggy jumped and then broke free of my embrace. She whirled. "I can't shower," he waved his bandaged and plastered hands at her.She produced two large freezer bags and two thick elastic bands. "I think you can with these," she said, fitting them over his dressings and securing them with the elastic bands."You need to keep your hands upwards so the water can run off," she advised, turning to run the water and get it at the right temperature. "Ready?" she asked with a grin."Yeah," he said, "This will be luxury!" You bet it will, with a maid to wash you all. I'm so glad you're all right!" You don't think a little thing like a revolution is going to hurt me, do you? Hell, I survived on some of the roughest streets in Philadelphia and Mexico City. It's going to take more than that to get me." You ass," replied the president to Steve's bravado. "Anyway, why don't you tell me what is happening down there."Steve then filled her in on the latest developments in Mexico, and about his discussions with Maria Velazquez on the trip to Washington. He told her. I guess that made sense with five thousand troops and their equipment in six huge hangars.Cortez came over and sat on the cot next to mine. “We were worried that you might have been delayed,” he said questioningly.“Nah, I caught a ride here in an orbital plane--after we destroyed all the Chinese surveillance satellites along the eastern seaboard and then in Central America and Northern South America. I got here about four hours ago and was visiting with the group in hangar 4, including Cooper’s.