A dozen sailors emerged from the Kitten transporters behind the lines, carrying with them strange-looking bundles of metal stakes and bales of long, e...tra-spiky barbed wire. The stakes had been designed on an old World War I barbed wire fence design someone had uncovered in a history book, and swiftly replicated. The grand plan: to recreate, using ice and snow rather than mud, muck and mire, the trenches of Flanders Fields.The good news was that the Sa'arm were getting bogged down in the snow. Lisa spent a lazy morning, chatting with Cassie, working on a new payout for a client along with perfecting her projects for the Manor. She called her dad and ensured he was okay. She decided to collect the package she was expecting from Cassie, herself, directly from the lobby. She had to check the pictures Cassie took while visiting the client apartment. Going nearby the reception, her attention was drawn to the brunette who seemed to be in serious discussion with the reception assistant.. "What has gotten into me?" I shouted as I drove onto the expressway.I saw the humor in my last comment, and smiled to myself. What had NOT gotten into me was what George had HIS heart set on getting into me! The feel of it against my leg lingered in my memory. My panties were completely wet, of course, so well had his finger urged me to the heights of orgasm."It felt so good!" I heard myself mutter as an eighteen-wheeler whizzed past me throwing up a light mist from the afternoon rain. I. I think I had made more than a friend in Mr. Blake, judging by the lookof adoration that was on his face when he shooed the rest of then downthe passageway.Perhaps one day Ill need a friend like him, big and capable. But mostof all devoted. Yes, that brought thoughts to my mind of many things.Plotting ways to get the Captain his comeuppance and that evil Brandttoo.Relaxing back and thinking of plots and revenge, yes revenge for mysweet Lisele. I shuddered at the thought of my sweet lady Lisele.