The Army trains soldiers to kill, and then they put them in a position to use that training. Once one gets over the initial shock of taking a life, th...en, if your perception is that a person is a threat to you, it no longer matters who they are.These three were a threat.I wasn't trained in martial arts but my instincts were honed to such a point that I could sense what someone was going to do before they knew it themselves.I saw the skinny guy in front of Jessica reach over and touch her breast.. So in doing that, I took a load off, and daydreamed a little. With the water hitting my face, I reviewed my incredible group of girls ... Bev was a simple, sweet girl, who was learning to enjoy and crave intimacy and sex (I did laugh, when thinking back to her bratty, loud, over-the-top pre-teen days). She was the perfect student for Barb, who thought nothing of demonstrating what to do with her (hands on), and showing her how much fun it could be. Barb was independent, bold, smart, and a. After the shower we got dressed and headed to the kitchen, but nobody was there. Hearing voices from out front, so we headed that way and found Gloria and Jenny had a skillet and were cooking eggs and bacon on the fire. I busted up laughing; it was a funny sight."Look, it's an original old west cookout," I said. "Hey, we need an old fashioned spit roast for lunch. What do you think?" Actually that would be cool," Pat said."Ya it would, we will take care of it," Gloria said.I had just grabbed my. She'd also spotted our audience, but had managed to catch part of theconversation on the phone. Apparently she'd invited a friend to come andwatch the kinky shit that was going on in the school. I breathed a sighof relief as I realised we'd dodged a bullet and weren't about to bearrested, but could expect company soon, so we decided to get on with itand give our guests a worthwhile show.I found a couple of Ping Pong paddles in the storage closet and wedecided to once again double team his still.