I'm gonna be sick. I dash to the nearest restroom and barely make my way into a stall before the remnants of what little coffee and bagel crumbs I had... earlier come gushing up my throat and out of my mouth in a forced, painful strain. I heave and heave as my stomach empties itself, and continues to do so even when there's nothing left to get rid of. Damn it. I knew I should've just skipped on breakfast. I know better than to eat before coming to a place like this. After several minutes, my gag. When I came round you had drank about 6 pints af water and 2 large coke and your bladder was nice and full. I had done the same so we were ready for a piss fest. You had put on your sexy stockings and suspenders and lacey bra, you looked stunning, I could just see that you tummy was slightly swollen from all of the piss in it and your bladder was nice and full with the odd drip squeezing out into your cunt now and again. you had done as I had instructed and placed plastic sheets on the floor. I doubt she has changed much in four weeks."Denae could see that Rayna had spent time coaching Lenipa on the answers Denae expected. Lenipa would often look to Rayna when asked something she didn't know or she found uncomfortable. Denae had decided early in the interview that Lenipa was not a desirable candidate but Rayna kept directing questions that demonstrated when she believed were Lenipa's strengths. Denae realized with anger that the midday meal had already passed and that she had missed. I’m starting a bombing run on their artillery,’ she replied over the communication channel. ‘Well you better hurry Captain Curtiss,’ Ace responded. A pair of Boxer APCs zigzags out of the artillery barrage’s range, the crew desperately evades the falling deadly shells and rockets around them. The Boxer APCs turned one last time almost out of harm’s way when a shell found their mark and a rocket pierced through the second Boxer APC. Both armored personnel carrier instantly turned into a massive.