. thi ... this whole story ispreposterous!" He pauses, "And yet ... I cannot deny that I am here."His/her voice drops, "Or am I? I wonder ... just how... much of me isreally here? It's certain that very little of my original self could fitinside this ... this life-size Barbie doll of yours." That is correct, Doctor. We needed your essence, your intelligence,your brain." But how is this possible? If this body contains my brain, as it must,then where is hers? There can't possibly be room for two. "We'll see," said the colonel, leaning down to examine the interface between flesh and prosthetic."This is Sergeant First Class Valentine. How can I help you?" Is this casualty assistance?" asked Ron. "I need to talk to somebody in casualty assistance." I'm the Casualty Assistance NCOIC," said Valentine. "How can I help you?" It's not me. It's my niece. She's gone and got herself mixed up with a grunt and everything is fucked up, like usual when the Army's involved."Valentine rolled his eyes.. As his fingers slid down her neck and slipped into her cleavage, he asked, "Doesn't that feel good, Terry?" Y-yeah, yeah, it d-does," she stuttered. Too good, she thought to herself, I hope he doesn't--oh, my!His hand slid under the cup of her bra. "O-oh, that--," she moaned as his fingers brushed her nipple. His fingers--like fire on me, oh, God, oh, God!"That's nice?" Bobby asked."U-uh-huh," Terry breathed as she felt her back arch involuntarily, pushing her breast into his fondling fingers.. . pussy. Rape me!"I humped her furiously. She wailed and scratched my back, but I couldn't keep it going. My knees were jammed together painfully, and they burned on the slick satin coverlet. The tension drained from my arms, and I collapsed on her, burying my face in the pillow. That helped: I could move more freely, even if I couldn't look at her anymore. I didn't care. All that mattered was the sweet ache building up in my cock.She pushed her crotch at me as I rammed home. Her cat-sharp.