Then I checked for a pulse. He had one--too bad.Once both men were in leg shackles, I frisked them, and found a second gun on each man’s lower right... leg. Using one of the plastic bags like a glove, I emptied each man’s pockets and dumped the contents into a separate bag for each man. I wrote “KO” on the bag of stuff from the man I knocked out and “Gutless” on the bag with the other man’s belongings. I did the same for their pistols.Once everything was secure, I called Walt. “How close are you?”. ”“I was thinking it even during the attack. Whoever was leading the attack knew what they were doing.”“How so?” asked Major Montooth.“Well, take your average hajji attack. Anywhere, not just along Route Indigo. These guys run around like chickens with their heads cut off, screaming la, la, la at the top of their lungs, going ‘ Allah Akbar!’, and shooting their AKs in the sky. Zero discipline, zero training, zero brains. Maybe they get lucky and take somebody with them, but the only reason they. We made Dosa and we ate. We both were not wearing a dress. Nima cooked Dosa for me and her. We had lunch and we were having a little chit chat. Then I asked her why she didn’t allow me to reach her pussy and why she did it after so many years. Nima said that, in the initial stage, she thought that she might get pregnant if we started to access her pussy. Later she was expecting me to touch where in I never did as she may not allow to play with her if I touch her pussy. But she had used to. Cindy knew if the police were called then she could not say he took advantage of her, plus more people would see her in this compromising position. Cindy renewed her efforts and wiggled her butt to backup which was super cute on video. Cindy finally replied with a sickly-sweet tone, “No… go get the oil in the kitchen. I think if we oil my hair, I can get free.” The change in tone made Tom even more worried as he quickly recovered the cooking oil. As he started coming back, he stepped on a.