I get out of the car and quickly grab my coat from the passenger seat. I lock it and start to cover myself; protecting myself from the constant drizzl...e of the rain. She walks up to me and smiles. I smile back. “Shall we walk?” I say as we head off into the woods. We have chatted a lot on-line, in our self-contained little worlds but this is our first meeting. I find her pleasant to be with. She is already flirty, funny, she even laughs at my jokes; as I do the same with hers. She knows why. ”“Hi Amy,” they said in harmony.“Hi Sammy, Hi Marcus,” Amy replied. “It’s nice to meet you. What is the movie tonight?”Rod looked at Sammy and asked, “What have you organized, Sammy?”‘It’s called the farmer’s daughters, Rod. It’s about some black farmhands who are left to look after the farm and the teenaged daughters while the farmer and his wife have a couple of months holidaying at the beach.”Amy’s mouth dropped open, “Are you saying that it’s a porno?”“Well, I thought that is what we. Kent had gotten into the game, and just in the nick of time. She ran to where I lay bleeding in the sand, ‘Sarge, you ok?’ she blurted with concern. The shoulder wound was ugly, but not life threatening. The frog sticker in my crotch was another matter. I was bleeding out, so I sent Kent to get the aid kit from the Humvee. I concentrated on controlling my breathing, hoping to slow the blood flow. I was running the LT’s words through my head, ‘minimal danger’, tell that to the CIA guy. Kent. Not being able to see what she was doing he decided to wait until she spoke or moved.When he felt warm drops fall on his chest he realized she was crying.Holding her gently in her arms, he turned on his side with her back to the still masturbating women.He pulled her a bit up, his cock slipping out of her cunt, until they were face to face.Gently he wiped some of the tears from her face.“Are you alright Sarah?” he softly whispered, looking at her closed eyes.“No, yes, I don’t know” she.