Still naked, I first secured my weapon, and verified it was as it should be. Hardening my heart, I tried to ignore her sniffles, as I gathered my clot...ing and other items. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I snuck out of our love nest, and tried to slink into the latrine trailer unnoticed. Showering, I regretted washing off the scent of Loni; but there would be Hell to Pay if I returned to my Squad reeking of fresh pussy! It seemed our memories ran down the drain. Hastily I toweled off, then. She was the most self-sufficient, street smart, and tough woman he had ever met.“Annie,” Paul warned.“I asked who is the bimbo.”Deciding to be cute, Paul said, “I answered your question. The only bimbo here is you.”“Fuck you, Daddy Dearest,” Annie said getting angry.“Get lost, Annie,” Paul said bluntly.“I want my stuff.”“I threw everything out,” Paul said.“You fucking bastard.”“Now that we’ve established that you’re a bimbo, and I’m a fucking bastard, I don’t think we have anything else to say. A good portent. Lucy, unsurprisingly, had retreated to her workshop.'Okay Dad give!' Kate said smiling as soon as we were in the car.'What?''Why am I here? You don't need me to go to the bank with you, so what do you want?''Damn, why are you so smart, at least about me?' I complained with a grin.'Too easy to read with all the practice I've had.''How would you feel if I asked Lucy to move in with us?' I asked suddenly serious and rather nervous.'Terrible!' she responded equal solemn.My heart. This was easier said than done for I needed a valid visa for Morocco which I didn't have in my passport. What now?There was a group of American tourists in front of the gangway. I managed to join them and smuggle myself in without the bloody visa and without a ticket for the fare. Meanwhile, the ship was en route. I found an officer and explained my situation. Well, to cut this story short: When he saw me, he examined my breasts, my legs and so on, he was immediately keen on me and offered me.