"I drew my pistol slowly, cleared it, and even partially disassembled it in order to avoid having some jackass come get it before the Marine working h...s way through the room. Any question regarding whether we were all under surveillance or not was answered when some jackass made to whip his weapon out and ZAP! A bolt of something came from a small device hovering unnoticed just below the ceiling. They'd OBVIOUSLY turned out with some remotely operated drones...The private came to me and said,. She turned to look at him and as he stood almost frozen in place. ‘Johnny are you alright,’ she asked, jerking from of his thoughts. He was taking in her beauty as if for the first time, and she was stunning. The dress couldn’t have fit her better if it was tailored for her. She was showing ample cleavage and plenty of white skin in need of a tan. Images of her naked form entered his mind again. ‘Jonathan Smith, what has gotten into you?’ ‘Oh, sorry mom, it’s just that you are so beautiful!. I leaned into you for one last soft, passionate kiss. I never wanted it to end, because I knew that if it ended it may never start again. Eventually you pulled away, kissed my forehead. ‘Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.’ And then you walked away, to your beat up old pickup truck. I got in my blue Malibu and drove to my parents’ house where I was staying while I was in town. I walked inside to see that no one was home and went upstairs into my childhood bedroom. It was still the same as. Mr. Weeks was show into the manager's office. He was a non-descript roly-poly man who shook Mr. Weeks' hand as if it was a thrown life line. Mr. Weeks barely noticed. He was staring at the other person in the office, a mousey young brunette with nice tits. Her method of dress was rather formal and concealing, but Mr. Weeks was sure that she was a DD or E cup. The young woman coolly returned his gaze, determined not to be put off by his wandering eyes.The manager finally let go of Mr. Week's.