So busy was she trying to figure out how to maintain her modesty, she missed any opportunity to escape as he hooked her chain over an exposed root of ...the tree. She tugged as hard as she could but couldn’t free her hands. She realized her struggles were futile and stopped, laying there, chest heaving from the sobs tearing through her body, while his hands caressed the bite marks covering the top half of her body. He didn’t bother to remove her dress, just left it scrunched about waist. He. What could he do? He couldn't very well protest and alarm her. And by now he was in such an embarrassing position that it would be awkward for both of them.On the other hand, he couldn't very well let her continue with this most intimate caress... mystified, he wondered what to do... as the girl on the stage slowly began to strip out of her black-flavored things... Steve gasped and looked towards the stage, totally confused. He didn't know which to give his attention to -- the gorgeous young. Stay out of trouble.” “You too, Brad.” ———————– I stopped by Linda’s apartment the night before I was scheduled to report for duty. It was kind of late, but I rang the bell anyway. I had just turned to walk away when I finally heard the door open behind me. Linda was standing in the doorway, dressed in her pajamas. Her hair, which was down over her shoulders, was slightly damp. “I hope I didn’t wake you,” I said quietly. She shook her head. “Carter’s in bed. I was just sitting up reading.”. When he brought the forms back to her window, Brandy noted that he was Kurt Eccleston, an retired USAF officer with the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel. He was an experienced pilot, had commanded transport squadrons in both Iraq and Afghanistan (the former a Utility Squadron). After a series of staff appointments, he had taken retirement six months ago, and since then, had just slowly slid down the jobs ladder until he had been let go from a sleazy car lot the previous day.Brandy left her desk, and.