Occasionally one of the soldiers looked at her, I didn?t discourage that, but for now her job was to lead us to the rebel training camp.After almost a... hour of flight time we landed in a clearing. The commandos gathered up their gear. Brit readied her prisoners to carry our loads with light metal shoulder stocks. These clamped around the neck with a two-foot section on either side. The prisoner?s wrists were shacked at each end so that she could grab the sidebars. A web bag of supplies hung. More sniffing. Walk on, hands in pockets. It's cold!Another walker, coming towards me. Young, slim, no dog though.“Hi.” I catch her eye.She instantly looks away but she said hi back. Walk on. “Pretty,” I think.Next day, same time, same place. More dog walkers. Then I see her again, Long dark hair. Dusky skin. Mask like me. I catch her eye and say hi. She says hi. She holds my gaze for a millisecond longer than yesterday before looking away. Beautiful eyes! We walk on.The next day. The same. She. .. she immediately agreed to go the the hospital.while on the way to the hospital( under her directions) she sat so close to me on the bike that i felt as if even the air couldnt pass thru from between us....he hand lying loosely on my thigh...by now.. i was rock hard.... suddenly there was a bump on the road which made her hand slip to my groin..... and from then... it never left there...i kept driving and she kept rubbing my jeans... hospital forgotten to both of us...finally when both. The blonde took up a large pair of scissors. She snipped the bustier’s garter straps. Putting one edge under the thigh band of the hose, she sliced the nylon tube down to the brunette’s ankle and trimmed around to cut it off. The other leg similarly lost its matching nylon. Replacing the scissors, the blonde took up a shiny knife. She circled the model and stood beside her, giving the audience an unobstructed view. She inserted the blade under the bustier’s front laces and plucked each cross.