I noticed people chatting, having a few drinks in general having a nice time. The music was soft and very relaxing. I saw men holding up their wrist t... show the band color they were sporting. There was a LOT of Blue bands. I went to the bar and got a drink and suddenly saw a guy get on his knees and begin giving a BJ to a guy that had just walked up to him. I asked a fellow near me what had just happened. He told me that the guy sucking had already refused once and had no more to give. He had. She had been told about a new officer who had joined her father's command at Camp Pendleton: a major named Mike Morris.According to her mother he was a wonderful guy, but where girls were concerned, he was out to lunch. "I think he's like your father, darling," her mother had said. "The reason he was so effective in the Corps was that he sublimated his sex drive in his work. If I hadn't come along your father would still be a bachelor! And Mike Morris is the same way, I hear."Her mother told. I'm wondering what her next step will be, as Isla pulls the black sheet clear. "There you go," Isla says.I stand up. Isla is waiting, holding the sheet. "It's on account," I say, "it should have all been arranged." Isla, evidently still hoping for a tip, looks across at the receptionist who pulls the earphones of her i-pod out of her ears."S'allright," the receptionist says, dropping the copy of Hello! that she'd been reading. Isla looks maybe a bit disappointed, smiles and says she hopes to. The captain turned him over with his foot. “Lightfellow, Charles Lightfellow, late of the Rhode Island militia?”The man looked up at my captain and nodded. “You are a foul traitor aren’t you?’The man moaned.“Tell him to ease the rig forward ten feet,” Foster yelled to George who passed along the order. The captain and I watched as the thick back wheel passed over the man’s chest. He screamed. “You loaded?” asked the captain.I nodded.“You have been sentenced to death,” the captain said after.