We got her in to the lounge and put her on the sofa. She was almost totally senseless. “You had a good handful of her tits. D’you like what you’...ve been feeling?”. I asked.He said “Yes and I liked what I saw, does she usually go out without knickers?”. I said “Sometimes. She likes to tease and likes me to finger her when we were in places like crowded lifts. Mind you, knowing the crowd she was out with, they had all probably thrown their knickers onto stage at the strippers, if any of them had. It's a good thing we were in a Stryker instead of a Bradly, otherwise we would have lost more than a little singed paint." Yeah, that's true. But I mean it. Be more careful. When in doubt, shoot the fucking thing!" Gotcha! Unit 1 out." Sometimes, I think that damned Sgt. Ross has more guts than brains! OK, Harris, pick up the pace a little bit to catch up." Yes, Sir ... Look over there, Sir. It looks like the ragheads may have set up an OP (Observation Post) of some sort. That line of trees has. “What are you doing?” I asked feebly. “Well, I’m not letting you drive yourself anywhere in your condition. You look like you’re about to pass out. I’m going to drive you home safely and then I’ll call a cab to bring me back to my car.” It took me a moment or two to process what he’d said. I knew I should probably feel hesitant to allow a virtual stranger to drive me home in my car, but at the moment, I wasn’t sure I had a choice. Besides, I still didn’t have any sense of dread from being. I was a little disappointed that no one was sitting outside looking at me. Suddenly Herman was sitting there in a garden chair. He had sneaked out."Shall I help you?" he shouted.I said yes thank you. He came over to me and said that I could sit and rest and sunbathe a little. "The sunscreen is on the table."I smeared myself in while looking at Herman, quite tall, about 35 years old, tanned and a tattoo of a seahorse on one leg. He was wearing blue football shorts. He was nice to look at.When he.