"Have to touch up your make-up and hair," one of the women said as she picked up a brush.Devlin took this cue to go out to the car and bring back her ...wn dress. She'd searched for several days before finally choosing this one. It was a basic white sheath, knee-length, with a high neck and long sleeves. The dress flared slightly like she had on an underskirt. To complement it she wore white tights with white pumps her mother had bought her for the occasion. After some consideration she went with. His voice had enchanted her from the very first moment she had heard it. It was very deep, and he spoke with the Irish brogue that had always made her knees weak. His smile, oh god, she had become addicted to it. He had the sharp, pronounced fangs that made her wet imagining them sinking deep into the flesh at her throat. That night he had been wearing an expensive, tailored suit. Double breasted, black with gray pin stripes. It accented his broad shoulders, and did nothing to hide the well. The Marines are intrigued by this legend, and the slim possibility that there might be actual gold in the cave that superstition prevents the locals from claiming. So, the next morning they have the Congolese troops guide them through the jungle, until they come to the mouth of the notorious cave. They pause outside to consider their tactics, figuring that although the legend is surely an exaggeration, there may be some dangerous animal inside.A private stepped up and tells the others that he. He lays down next to her. She is still pretty interested in what is on T.V. so he reaches over, moves the hair from her neck and kisses it. She giggles a bit, but is still watching T.V. Not being able to stand that she is so interested in the program, he reaches down and lightly pokes her in the side until she giggles again. Knowing she is now purposely just being a brat, he plays along and lets her continue watching T.V. He sits up and climbs up onto.