" It didn't get much clearer than that.Bravo-Niner had a specific mission this time. The brass wanted specifics - video, if possible - about just what...the damned Fuzzies were up to. That was the real question anyway, ever since the Occupation. Nothing the enemy did really made the slightest bit of sense. Masses of people were rounded up and brought into the compounds - the hunting parties left about every season - and then left on shuttle transports to the orbiting Fuzzy cruisers. Intel. "I-I-" Marv stammered as Anna embraced him gently and raised her face to his. She'd always been attracted to him whenever she had seen him. But Anna never even hinted that she'd go to bed with him before. Now, after hearing about Paul's fucking around with Marie Moore, she couldn't think of a better way of getting back at her husband than going to bed with his commanding officer. Besides, it would be a real labor of love."Aw, shit!" Marv said as he shook his head quickly and drove his lips hard. I crossed the room and opened the small armoire that she had indicated. Another surprise, it had been converted into an efficient wet bar. Wine and champagne glasses hung from a rack on top, double rocks glasses and beer pints were off to the left on a small shelf, along with quarter-pint tasting glasses. There was a tap for beer, and the hand-written label read ‘summer shandy,’ a personal favorite. I scanned the bottles and found the selection included some of the finest and rarest spirits. It was first class accommodations all the way, though bigin size, I had seen better. Still it was quite adequate for my short tripback to the mainland. There was a small couch situated in the entrywaybeside my own little private bar. Beyond that was a cozy living room withthree more couches, a dining table and chairs, and some coffee tables andbookshelves. To the left was the master bedroom and bath. Straight aheadwas the balcony where I now headed to bid the island residents farewell.The night.