The left wound was bleeding heavily but when he looked at the right he only found the wound there bleeding a great deal worse. The wound bellowed out ...from his entire arm, it was covered in blood, flowing out and collecting on the carpet like a waterfall. Apparently the bullet had gone though an artery. From the lack of nutrients to his brain he was not thinking with all his faculties when he finally decided to tell Alex to get help."Alright, 555-24..." Another wave of vertigo hit and this time. Lying there topless her small breasts flattened out against her chest leaving her nipples erect and inviting. I leaned down and gently kissed her nipples and fondled her and we kissed some more. Her breath quickened with my touch. Emboldened by her response, my hand went lower and slipped into her pants. “Can you take these off too?” I asked. She squirmed out of her shorts leaving her panties on. They were simple white cotton, not the sexy things my fantasies had conjured. I stroked her pussy. This time it was not glintwine, but simply brandy. We drank, chatted, and laughed. Not long after, Lorena and me started fooling around in the empty dining room of the hotel. Lorena was again on the sidelines, but present.We have found our way into the same room, or a very similar one. Melody has positioned herself in the familiar position on the nearby couch, with one hand inside her blouse, and the other somewhere in the pelvic area. Lorena and me quickly undressed and went to take a quick. Clegg considered the girl as she lay limply on the dust and rubble strewn linoleum floor of the bombed out building. He was pleased with his choice. She'd have plenty of chances to make a new contribution to the war effort. After all someone had to keep the Middle East on the Allies' side if they were going to keep hold of essential supplies of oil. London showgirls and hostesses still represented a valuable commodity with those whose influence counted in and around Baghdad. Clegg felt it was.