If I should not be around at a particular time, it might be necessary for one of the women to fight with a captured weapon.It appeared that there were... nearly 400 terrorists collected at the camp near Squawbottom. I sure would like to know what cover story the terrorists are using, since it must be a doosie. Anyway, we needed to get to Squawbottom as soon as we could get there. Thank God that it was still reasonably warm weather—the Avengers didn't have a winter uniform. I needed to work on. One particular day as I was sitting on the lounge talking to my girlfriend I could see over her shoulder and the hallway as we were talking Phoenix appeared in just a towel dripping wet she slowly undone the towel and did slow turn completely nude dropping her towel in the process when she bent over to pick it up I could see it all her smooth legs were slightly parted her perfect ass cheeks still had water droplets on them and I could see her cute little butt hole, I wander how she felt about. Several minutes later, she returned with another small sack and walked past me as we greeted each other. I heard her doing something in the kitchen and then she came and picked me up. It was a little humiliating to be carried, but this would be the fastest way. She set me on the kitchen table and there was a doll table and chair with a place set for me on it."I thought it would be easier for you to eat if you could sit at a table and this one was just too big." She explained."Oh wow, thanks. I felt like getting up and running out, but decided against it, besides, I knew what would happen if I did. “Now.” said Miss Hoover “Time for the outfit.” The audience watched the screen with bated breath for who was going to dress up this strange Barbie doll, which unfortunately was me. She called the number. “Number 102.” A lady at the back of the room stood up and cheered. She hurried up onto stage, I got a look at the dress I was about to be wearing. It was a black cocktail dress that had.