She would have been pleased at beating her personal record if she weren’t so worried about what the fuck was going on. It might be a drill, they lov...d drills, it punctuated the boredom. It might be an attack, at that moment she just didn’t know. She looked around, most of the grunts were in the final stages of suiting up; several of them were going green on her status display. The faceplate of the helmet gave augmented vision, and overlaid status of those around her. The suits networked. The others separated, each to his own vehicle. All of the vehicles, with the singular exception of AJ’s, had been parked on the road. There were no tracks, no cigarette butts, or empty soda cans providing evidence to indicate that anyone had been there.The great mystery of AJ’s disappearance was about to begin. An abandoned car found on a seldom used country road, left with the door open, lights on, and the engine running. People were going to wonder. There would be speculation and rumors about. Shaking with her tits and twerking that ass. When that song has been stopped, she asks:"Did you enjoyed the show?" I sure did sweetie pie, you are so gorgeous" replies Bill."You are ready for the following gift" asks Tammy and she winks"Hell yeah"saysBill While she is twerking, she moves towars Bill and put his face between her butt cracks.She motorboats him now with her firm booty."What a great gift hunny" says bill half moaning of pleasure."Come one, hun, spank it" orders Tammy.Bill spanks. “Boxing? I never went for that kind of stuff. I’m a lover not a fighter.”The waiter said, “My cousin is a boxer. He has a scar just like the scar over your eyebrow.”“That was an accident. I was playing around and tripped. Hit my head on tree and cut that little gash over the eye. That sure knocked me for a loop,” Howie said.While Howie and the waiter went through the dance of ordering breakfast, the woman in the wheelchair was not getting the same kind of prompt and friendly service. Her waiter.