She straightened up, still carrying her shorts, and peeked out the open window.Shawn Morgan, wearing the same ridiculous cowboy hat Cindy had seen him...wearing in all the snapshots, was mounted on the back of an enormous Great Dane, riding the poor dog as if it were a horse. Other than the cowboy hat, the rowdy youth wore nothing else on his bronzed body but the skimpiest pair of swimming briefs Cindy had ever seen. They were aquamarine in color, and covered no more of his loins than would the. He seemed to relax even more as he said, "Of course, ten minutes after we're set up, all the smugglers know which street to avoid. They have better communications than we do." Humph," the Lieutenant snorted. "He has me escorting some stupid American. He's a smart American though. He only paid the Major half of whatever bribe the major was able to extort. He will pay the second half after the American's project is finished. I am their escort until they leave Baalbek. I guess it isn't all bad. I. But that's a different story then this.No, this story is about my trip home from visiting my dad right before my big legal 18 birthday.It was a late and tiring night for my Mother and I. We've were just leaving the bus port to home, back in the US. I sort of hated Canada in the winter because it was too fucking cold it made me paranoid that if something flicked one of my nipples hard enough that it would surely break off. Of course the blizzard didn't help anything either, which is the reason. "Nine four five! that's my best beam ever." You deserved it," Tami said hugging the girl. "I saw more of your routine than he did. He was too busy checking out those two girls on floor in the purple leotards." I was scoping out the competition," I defended myself."You, my love, were wondering what it would be like with twins," Tami said without malice then quickly kissed me to confirm her tone. Several of the girls 'ah'ed. I shot them all dirty looks, which led to giggling."You know me so well.