Some had shirts, some did not. Most of the shirts were the military camouflage type that had lost their buttons or were tattered enough to be sleevele...ss boleros. They had no fat and their muscles rippled in the morning light. Each had several bundles of nylon climbing rope that came to hundreds of yards each. As the mist cleared, Brad thought of the Grantland Rice line:"Outlined against a blue-gray October sky, the Four Horsemen rode again. They are known as famine, pestilence, destruction and. Jeff slid his black hands down over her white shoulders and slid his fingers into her hair, pulling her head closer to his body, so that she was forced to take his cock down her throat.After a few minutes, he pulled her away and walked over to the sofa, then nodded for her to follow. She knee-walked over to him and picked up where she left off, sliding her hands along his black thighs and pushing them apart as she lowered her head and took his cock between her lips again.Jeff groaned and. I finally got a rifle so I could fight back. Hell, you'd think that the Spetsnaz would know all Marines, even female Marines, were riflemen. We were kicking ass then it happened...They started firing the RPG's! I looked at the troops and ordered, "Let's get the hell out of here!"Jack suggested, "Bounding overwatch to leave so we can keep each other covered."The Spetsnaz Sgt. argued, "No! You two are the primary targets. Leave while we keep them occupied."More RPG's were fired and exploded. I hauled my Winchester from its scabbard an' dismounted to find a good shootin' place. I found a spot behind the bandits where I wuz protected by a few big rocks. I rested my left arm on the rock an' drew a bead on one of the bandits. The range wuz only about 50 yards, so I wuz in good shape. I fired my first shot an' hit the crook in the back. He collapsed, an' I moved my aim ta the next man in line. This shot missed, but my third shot hit the man I wuz aimin' at. The other two men finally.