” Angie sighed.“Ang,” I said playfully, “I didn’t ask you to go to bed with me! I just asked if you wanted to go out!”“But...”One othe... thing I’d realized since Christmas, was that the situation with Angie was growing weirder by the day. Not that things had changed, but that they hadn’t. It wasn’t that I was annoyed or bothered, but that I was a bit frustrated. Not because Angie wouldn’t engage in physical intimacy, but because she seemed to be stuck in a rut. And something had to jar her from. Originally there were two women in our 6-person squad. My friend Carla was killed by a roadside bomb when transporting a vehicle to a small town, south of Baghdad. When they transferred her replacement in, it was a guy, so I was the only female in the squad and so now there was no one that I could really talk to any more. I'm not saying that I didn't get along with the guys in my squad because I did. As I write this, I can safely say that we're pretty close, and as my story unfolds you'll. I’m still draining right now.”That was TMI for Robbie. He took her hand and left for the room before ordering dinner. We heard later they had room service.Barbara and I were turned on by the tale of corporate lust and found a secluded beach cabana to fuck in. I sort of teased her about her turn with Francois and she flat out told me she hoped he asked. She would accept. That shut me up.I guess he understood women because the next afternoon at the nude beach he DID ask and I watched her walk. It didn’t even register on her consciousness that she’d just obliterated the world record for swimming. The best humans in the world could swim a mile in about fourteen or fifteen minutes. A dolphin in a hurry can do it in about two and a half minutes; but of course, Clara wasn’t a dolphin – but she was in a hurry.On reaching the parking area, she crawled out of the swamp and quietly donned the camo uniform and face paint. The mottled watch cap neatly covered her close-cropped blonde hair. The.