I thought about ramming the rear door, but they had a guard post there to protect the door. The front door was almost the same way. I figured the best... way is a frontal in assault. I had body armor on, but this is probably a suicide mission. I'm going to try and take out at least the boss and those two black bastards and free my little girls, if all possible. That is the plan anyway.I went over my gear. The 223 is my main gun and I had 6 ten round clips for it plus an extra 50 rounds in a box in. However, despite my best intentions, I again found myself putting back onmy bra, my petticoat, my panties and my fishnet pantyhose before coveringit up with my new tee shirt and trousers.I wanted to stop there. It looked a bit masculine despite the visiblepanty line and bra straps. Maybe I should have bought looser jeans?I wanted put on my trainers but I found myself self putting my hosieryencased feet back in my knee length leather boots with a stiletto heel. Itdidn't feel right to put such. I have found that a good tip always leads to more good service, especially when you were dealing with the same servers or bartenders.I walked over to the spot I normally sit in. I took off my heavy coat and hung it on the hook under the bar, sat down, took a sip of the drink and let out a long sigh. Breathing is so important to relaxation and I have found that a nice long exhalation just drains the tension out of my body.The door guy was not on duty yet and he and his girlfriend were throwing. His woman met him while he was still at the bottom of the escarpment they had chosen as home, with an embrace that had his cock hard for her warmth. They kissed and hugged, but then shared the work of heaving the meat over the loose shale until they managed to get to the levelled area in front of the cave.Her son was the first to emerge from the smoking darkness of the cave mouth followed by his partner’s parents and then, by his daughters. The old man heavily relying on a crutch he had.