.. I can’t see!”“I’ll get you a towel. DON’T WIPE! I close the door first. No, no, stand still!”Instinct demanded that I wiped everything ...ut of my eyes and off my face, but if I shook my hands clean I’d cover the entire room with this stuff. I had taken the entire blast in the face and so far the damage was contained to me, the bed and the carpet.Amina handed me a towel from my own bathroom. It was still damp from the shower I’d had.“Oh my Lord ... What a disaster. Look at this suit! It’s. I did wonder how many different aisles the store had. I had not thought to look up at the number markers hanging from the ceiling, or count them up any of the other times I had been there. I realized there was truly no one else around. There were no other clerks or shoppers. It really looked as if we had the whole store to ourselves. God, if only it had been. I would have probably just let him mess with me right there on Aisle 6 or Aisle 9, whichever one we were on. Oh, God, too funny.. The last soldier through spoke to the other two in Russian, I could only surmise that he was telling them to stand guard outside the door. After they left he turned around and walked over to the table and picked up a cork screw, turned and walked over to me and spoke in English, “Do you know who I am?” I replied hoarsely, “Master Sergeant O’neil”. He looked at me for a second, slowly walked over with the screw and jabbed it into my leg and slowly started to twist it deeper into my leg. I. I look to my side and realize its one of the men from outside, one who got a show of my bald pussy. The man starts to push me forward into the crowd, stumbling with him, our bodies slide in between the tightly packed bodies. Feeling the sweat of others against my body as we slip through the cracks. As we move closer to the middle I start to hear the moans of others. I also start to feel the real rhythm of the crowd, all of them moving together, like a pulse running through everyone at the same.