If they had been with me, the goons would not have dressed me in the only pair of pants I had with me. The pants that still had my super access badge ...hidden away inside. They did not even notice it as they dug through my pockets. After digging through my wallet, all of the money was shoved back inside. I got a little pissed off when they popped my cell phone apart to pull out the battery before throwing it into some sort of wire mesh bag that kept me from seeing the energy in the battery once. "Ooooooh, Uncle Mike, are you going to fuck me right here on the field where you used to play?" she said in a little girl voice.I smiled and took her in my arms, "That's right, baby. I'm going to fuck you right here in the middle of the field. Anyone who walks by here will be able to see us." That sent a shiver up her spine as she held me tighter."God, I've always wanted to do it outside but I never dreamed of this with you."We walked to midfield towards one of the sidelines. The grass between. She had never delved in politics much; as an American she didn't feel that she should form opinions about English politics, and she had left most of the domestic politics to her husband. Still, what Mark was saying puzzled her."Because the government doesn't hold the reins of power, Mrs. Court. May I call you Sharon?" Of course; please do, Mr. Marlowe," she blushed. "I mean Mark."He smiled at her slip and continued. "Now in answer to your question, you must understand that in any important. That means four rounds of wearing my toy soldier suit, which is OK except for the big circles of red makeup they put on my cheeks. It’s a good thing that our ‘stage mom’ for the concerts, Mrs. Grace, has a kid in theater and came prepared with a big tub of cold cream so none of us had to go back to class with remnants of our makeup.There were a lot of parent volunteers needed, and Dad was one of those who stepped up to help. One of the tasks that the parents do for the concert is that a couple.