We had their retreating forces pinned down on thebeaches at Dunkirk and could easily have wiped them out there and then,but the Fuehrer magnanimously ...allowed them to escape back to Englandwith their tails between their legs. He hoped this act of generositywould convince the British to negotiate a peace with us, but Churchillthrew the offer back in his face. If the Americans hadn't ignored theadvice of Joseph Kennedy, their ambassador to London, to stay out of itand leave the British to their. Now, after little more than a day here, she felt like she would have been better off if she’d died in the car crash with her parents. She started humming her mother’s lullaby in her head to take her mind off this torture.Finally they were in the car on the way home. Todd drove with one hand on the wheel and the other stroking Ana’s thigh. “So many people love you, Bella Ana, who should we choose?” he asked. Ana looked at him, confusedly. “Who would you like to give your precious gift too?” he. "Dean, you gotta come out with us!" Nah, I'm gonna hit the washroom and call a cab." Dean, please come out. I promise you won't regret it."Regret it??? What the fuck was I going to regret? Are you as loose as you act, Mia?I walked to the washroom to take a monster piss. I will admit I did have a half-boner thinking about Mia. She was 5"4, blond, big breasts, big booty, tiny waist. Like I said, token flirty hot chick.When I was wrapping up my number one, I heard a knock on the door. "Hey I'll be. Cheryl pulled back a little and looked straight into Marcia’s eyes. She grabbed Marcia’s hand and pulled her toward the elevator. “Let’s get up to the room and freshen up. We’re gonna hit every bar on the strip and then find a man, and then get laid!” Marcia smiled at the impulsive young woman and followed along. She had always liked Cheryl, ever since they had started working together a year ago. Cheryl was a natural athlete. She was tall and her short brown hair was set up with just a.