There was a bench, some cabinets, and I was shaking like a leaf in anticipation. Nisha noticed me, because she was a lot calmer and took my hand in he...rs. She asked me if I still wanted to see what is inside her panties, and I nodded hesitantly. Then, she told me softly that she wanted to see mine too before she show hers. I can't say I was shocked by her request, but I wasn't sure if I could go that far. After some gentle pleading and cajoling on her part, I reluctantly agreed.To break the ice,. She spit a swear word as her feet hit the cold tile of the barracks floor, and she wasn't the only one, as the rest of her squadmates dragged themselves from their beds and into the cold air.Alex, sleeping across from Aimee, broke into a run as soon as she disentangled from her covers, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, yelling "First for showers! Dibs!" Aimee smiled, pulling her blankets around her like a makeshift cloak."More time for us to get warm," she muttered sleepily to no one in. And the Driver understood tactics. They'd tried to give him stripes during the war.Then, Fifth Man had told the Driver how the loot would get divided up.Impressed, in spite of himself, the Driver had agreed to sign on.Didn't even have ta' think about it all that long. The blackmail thing was the kicker, actually.Once he'd accepted the terms of the heist, it had been up to the Driver to round up a good crew who could pull it all off. The Driver had ideas on who he'd talk to, Pronto.Fate did it's. That done, we headed out. Fortunately for my overloaded sensibilities, Sheila had a verbiage problem concerning the wedding invitation. Proper communication forms were my bread and butter. While we drove to their printer, I wrote out suitable invitation prose.In yet another shock, Sheila asked me to cover her bondage clients during the honeymoon. The first client I would meet is the printer we were about to see. As I said, burned out surprise circuit. As we talked to the printer/client, Sheila.