My platoon split off finally and we climbed up again.We split into squads on the level below the top and moved towards the front. I stepped into one o... the firing port rooms and stared at the giant rips and breaks in the outer wall. The men in the room were dead and I moved to the outer port. I glanced at the others before I moved back and went to my stomach as I shifted over.I was looking out a rip and could see men in the far wood line. I took a breath and flicked the safety off before I. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.She'd made it obvious what she wanted, so I zipped up and left. It just seemed so erotic being so impersonal. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of memory I'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to rest when she didn't call, so no jacking off.—One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy pushing down on top of my head. That was a pretty standard way of saying she wanted me to go. I didn't want to lose contact with Mark. Defeated, I sat down on the sofa and took off my shoes and socks. I stood up, unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I took off my pants and underwear. My clothes were lying on the floor and I stood in front of Susan naked. I was a little scared. I had no idea what she had in mind for me."Go get a dining room chair, and bring it into the living room." Susan commanded.I went into the dining room and picked up a chair. I brought it back into the living. Kaitlin had no idea what an honour it was for the Emir to accompany her to the airport, nor how much he wanted her to stay."You really are determined to go?" he asked her when they were at the door of the aircraft."Oh, yes. I was tempted when we ... you know, but seeing that poor girl being whipped, and all those ... whatevers, no. I couldn't stay, not even if you married me properly before the Pope in Rome." Well take this, as a souvenir of your visit to my home," he said, pinning a brooch on.