You’d be around...”“Major Kettler,” I said, “you’re treading on dangerous ground. You promise me the cockpit of an F-35, I’m going to ha...e to claim inappropriate behavior...”“Cindy, you’d be wasted. R&D.”“I’m doing R&D. And I’m flying. Might not be the hottest civilian aircraft available, but I do get to play with a variety.”“Something for you to consider,” he said. “Now. About that tour.”My head was swimming as I led him out the door. Visions of Cindy Richards, late of a trailer park in Lower. After that they had headed through the Indian Territory, through Choctaw Country for the Kansas border, which John had advised against- it had been a bad year for Indian attacks- but Rooster, the group leader, had insisted that they needed to make up for time lost. Over the next few nights they were continually shadowed by scouts from the local tribe, and no invitations to parlay seemed to help. A number of men were injured by arrow strikes out of the darkness, one of them so badly that he had. I kissed him, blindly because I didn't want to open my eyes yet.My alarm went off a six every morning, and every morning I woke about five minutes early, just waiting for it. Enjoying those brief minutes that were mine alone. I'd been dreaming, like always, and about puppies again.And my pussy was wet. I could feel it hot and moist, and smell it too. I'd been rubbing myself against him in my sleep, because it seemed so sexy, so natural to be with him that way. If I'd been a boy I would have cum. As the bidding climbed, Brad smiled to himself. What was happening was what he had expected to happen based on what he had learned at the office the previous afternoon. Si Goodman, braggart that he was, had been telling anyone who would listen that he was going to have Dacey Kane as his date, regardless. He even brandished around a roll of $100 bills, claiming that he was going to get her if it took $1,500. For that reason Brad had $2,200 in cash with him, far more than he ever carried. Dream.