MeanwhileAgent R and S were walking down a corridor."So what do you think about them?" S asked."They're great, especially the brunette, Faith I think.... At least that'swhat the character was named," R said while smiling."No, I meant do you think that they'll finish the job?" S said to him ina very serious tone."I think they can, especially when they realize that they can't helptheir friends. I know I did," R replied. He looked down at his shoes,he remembered a few years back when his brother. George rose and grabbed his scrounged 45 and poking it around the corner he saw that the enemy soldier was reloading and had just slammed the clip into the top of rifle’s action. Before he could clear the clip from the charging slot George fired point blank into the enemy’s chest. Two quick rounds from the 45 slammed the Obergefreiter against the entry wall and onto the floor. George snatched up his 1917 Enfield rifle while stuffing the 45 into his web belt. Outside in the trench it was all. “It was the first thing I thought when I made my way through the shipwreck camp to check if my hand was rotting off. Black flats with white trousers? What were you thinking?”She finished his new bandage and gave his hand a squeeze that was just a little harder than she needed to. “The hand will not rot off. Today,” she said archly.“Thanks, Doc. We really should stop meeting like this,” Will smiled.“If you wish to spend time with me, you do not need to keep injuring your hand. Your last wound. Still he seemed to get a hard on at the end of many days because of the study hall show. Then his view stops as he notices a new set of legs in the second row. He checks the seating to get the name and looks back. He sees a pair of very shapely bare legs and they are bare all the way up to mid-thigh. John thought, “Oh my, a new set of legs and they are very nice. They are so tempting and such nice proportions.” Just then Larraine saw she had his attention and she parted her legs showing her.