The other two were brothers, Gunnar and Garth, son of Garth. They were not twins but looked almost identical right down to their bearded faces. They w...ere good trackers and fast runners and she set them to flanking their movement inland to make sure they were not walking into an ambush.It was obvious that the countryside in this region had a lot of recent rainfall because the ground was soft and mushy in the low spots. Her leather boots were stained with mud and she tried to avoid the hidden. She glanced at Dutch. He was throwing his shirt to the floor, but caught her looking. He posed for her benefit, legs apart, his fat prick of about eight inches bobbed up and down in anticipation as he moved to the bed and flopped backward onto it, drawing one knee back and then cupped his testicles briefly before lowering his knee and spreading his thighs apart.Alice watched, her tongue flickered out and licked her lip. She was entranced.Dutch wriggled forward until his hips reached the edge. Before I could even say anything, Bixley yelled out, “Oh shit! They’re going down! Bravo Three, go get them!”“Bravo Three, on it!” I turned to Givens and said, “Floor it!” and then yelled into the radio, “Bravo Three Two, follow us!”Riley’s voice came back. “Lead the way!” He was driving Bravo Three Two, with Gonzalez manning an M-240 in a roof turret.We surged on down the road, passing the Buffaloes, which made me decide to change course. The hajjis normally only planted bombs along the main. Kristen, who was in a skirt, looked at me and paused.I patted the seat. "I don't bite."She laughed, as she awkwardly moved in and sat on my lap at first, holding her skirt in place so her private parts were protected, then squeezed in beside me.Dad looked in and said, "Last chance or forever hold your peace." A statement he often used when he was giving us a chance to reconsider or we, as a family, were making a final decision."I'll suffer through it," I said."I'm the one suffering," Kristen.