..Jack."I stared at the old man who stood in the middle of my living room, morethan a little surprised. He had messy white hair and a long white beard...was dressed in a long dirty brown overcoat and held a battered brown hatin his hand. The old man extruded strong feelings of calmness...ofconfidence...patience...and mostly...wisdom."Who are you?" I demanded, not sure whether to talk with him, attack himor seduce him. I was heavily leaning towards the last and instinctivelystarted to extend my. The alcohol in my system mixed with all the talk about sex was getting me pretty horny. she must have been on the same page. we got to the point where we were practically sitting on top of each other and the room was quiet while we were looking each others bodies over. although i was a little intoxicated, she was just a one time fuck for me since she seemed pretty crazy and all she did was talk about her problems the whole time we were at her place. however, once we got into some groping. ”I was my usual beet red. I giggled, stepping past her to get under the water, "I thought we could save some water." You're so thoughtful; come here."She took my hands in hers, pulling me to her. Our bodies seemed to meld together as we kissed. After a bit, Tanya asked if I was sure about what I was doing. I told her I was and that I had been thinking of this for the past month. She told me she'd wanted it too since she first laid eyes on my back at Thanksgiving. She'd talked to Trina several. We’re going to be working here for a long time and it would be best if we can call each other by name rather than ‘Hey you.’ I’m Mike Bowman from the CIA and supposedly I’m the supervisor here.”Joe said, “I’m Master Gunnery Sergeant Joe Dinkins from the United States Marine Corp. I’m in charge of security here.”“I’m Jim Donnelley from Naval Intelligence.”“I’m Harold McKinsey from the FBI anti-terrorism task force.”“I’m Shirley Holbrook from the CIA anti-terrorism task force.”“I’m Jack McElroy..