It's either ahead or back!"Tracey nodded. But fuck! This was not going to be easy. Despite the urgency of their situation they walked, rather than ran... through the lines of dead soldiers, unable to take their gaze off the horror of what they were soon surrounded by. Bodies were scattered as they had died, and some as they had been left after further gunfire. They lay on their side, on their back, and some on the front. And even dead, many of them were still sporting the gross erections which. As to the second call, Bob was not having second thoughts about the trip but wondering - if after going through all this trouble - if his son would be able to get time off to see them. Bob Jackson Jr. was an F18 pilot at one of the several US bases in the Middle East. I told him I would make a call to see if I could find out and asked for his unit details and where Jr. was stationed. If I had to, I would try to pull some strings."If nothing else, they would be able to tell all their friends. I placed a kiss on her dainty hand and I told her "Princess, you look absolutely magnificent. Your Highness, would you allow this measly commoner to escort you to your carriage?" She was a bit taken aback and merely nodded as I led her to the door.As we stepped out of the door her eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped to her chest. Before her was a golden stretch limousine with a chauffer holding the door open for her to enter. The limo had flags on the front fenders emblazoned with crowns. But nothing slowed; to the contrary, the pace girls departed had been steadily increasing. The elevator doors opened, the empty chair rolled out, Lea rolled in, time’s up...Before the elevator opened Lea could tell something had changed. She could hear the loud thumping of dance music; and when the door opened, noise akin to a crowded bar scene. The smell of fine food and sex permeated the air. A second tuxedoed gentleman joined them and once again Lea found herself slung over the shoulder.