I caressed her breast and massaged her tight, hard nipple.She gasped. "I like that," she breathed.It was really turning her on and I liked that, too. ... continued for a while; massaging and tugging at her nipple. Then, my hand began to trace down her chest. I could feel each rib through the tight skin of her torso. There was no unneeded flesh on this beautiful girl. Her abdomen was flat and delicately muscled and I felt them twitch and dance as I brushed them lightly with my fingertips. I wasn't. We spent a good 20 minutes planning our mission. By then we had received word that John was still in his cell. He had wanted no part in Ab's folly. We wore our vests and took our M16s with us inside the helo. I took off and flew a circuitous route designed to make sure we didn't overfly any of the farms that were still occupied or the road Ab would be driving on. The flight took much longer that way but was still 30 minutes quicker than threading our way along the road. I landed in the corner. Just hurry back, please."I was back in record time for me. Jenny was lying on her back with the sheet pulled to her waist. I couldn't see her breasts, but I could sure see her nipples making big tents in her tee-shirt. She said, "I've seen you around the campus, but I don't know your name. I'm Jenny Holmes, and you can't possibly know how happy I am to make your acquaintance." Hello, Jenny, I'm Derek Hawkins. It's a pleasure to meet you, finally. I live in the house behind you, and I have seen. Alice and I in the van provided courier service for sandwiches and hot coffee for us and the guys in the cars who would do most of the close tailing. It was late in the afternoon before any cars left the estate, and there were three that left together. I couldn't help laughing when the last car stopped long enough for a man to jump out and put a chain and padlock on the gate. Had they forgotten the gaping hole in the fence?A quick conference call on the cellphones had each of our vehicles.