Boot camp would be easier for old guys ... We're used to getting screamed and yelled at and we're used to soft food. We've also developed an appreciat...ion for guns. We've been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.They could lighten up on the obstacle course however ... I've been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any push-ups after completing basic training.Actually, the. I was still laying in the straw.I sat up a little and closed my legs and covered my breasts with my hands. As I opened my eyes, I could see that there were now six tribesmen, who were wearing only loincloths; looking at me and smiling and discussing me in their own language.I knew I was really drunk, but I must have been completely insane too because instead of screaming for my husband, I let my hands expose my naked breasts to the tall black natives and, as I looked down at my breasts, I let. .." I hung up and waited. No use giving anybody looking an easier job of finding me. A few minutes later my cell phone rang. "Yes... Great... Yes, there is a reason I needed to know that. Now I want you to hit that house with a blast strong enough to reach it's subbasement... No, I don't know if it has one, just blast it as if it did... I'll tell you why. It's going to be a distraction. A hoped for side effect will be it clears the street too... Thanks."Again I hung up and waited. During this. ” He laughed mockingly. “Aweh, my poor baby is angry with me?” “Fuck you.” I don’t know what it was, but suddenly that word had become my choice of answer for the night. I walked to my drawer and started rearranging things on top, annoyed with Vincent and his immaturity. He came and put his hands on my thighs, slowly moving his hands up my shorts. “For such an angry little girl, you must not be too unimpressed with me, you’re not even wearing panties. You’re probably even wet for me.