Both had tattoos, not scary prison-looking tattoos, but professional ink. They introduced themselves. Brad was the sandy blonde with a marine corps ta...ttoo over his heart and Sempre Fi and a bulldog on his right bicep and Mike was the tall dark one with the tribal sleeve tat on his left arm. She gave them her name and explained that the jackass at the tire shop must have used a pneumatic drill when he put the lugs on because she couldn't budge them. Her throat was dry, but she doubted it was. "I like toplay with them." I like to play with your hands too, John" I repliedas I put mine in his."And your nails are always polished and make thosehands even prettier." All for you, John," I responded. "I try to pleaseyou." You do please me," he told me. "In fact you havenice breasts. Just enough for me to play with." I like it when you play with them," I said andsmiled as my nipples got pointy and hard justthinking about what John can do to them."And bite," he added with a grin.That brought. More on that another time. But towards the end of that relationship, when we were already drifting apart, I started to get really friendly with a colleague. She didn't work in my office but in another branch about 50 miles away. We chatted on the phone several times a day, sometimes work-related and often not, and used to email each other constantly throughout the day. I was 19 and fairly inexperienced. I'd been with three girls before my girlfriend but they were all when I (and they) were too. Probably thieves, malingerers. The low of the low... Oh well they could die all the same.Ralph had been with me on this scout. He was waiting outside for me. “Ralph get back to camp and tell Joann what is going on. She is to plan our attack. We will move into town in 72 hours.” I laugh, “We will only have to deal with five men not a Company.”Moe looked at the five men he was to be left with. He smiled he had been right they were the degs of society, Slovenly and drunks to boot. “The rest of.