His Lieutenant, Swithin Blaydon, was a fussy little man, who held a greatly inflated opinion of his own abilities but was completely ineffectual as an... officer. He allowed the men of the company to do much as they pleased, which seemed to consist mainly of drinking, fornicating and indulging in looting and plundering. One morning, as I was riding on the east of my area, I saw a group of Braxton-Clark’s men ransacking a cottage. I suppose the dwelling was in Braxton-Clark’s district but I. She had B-cup boobs. They felt quite nice honestly. “Is this wrong Mr. Lampert?” Eve asked. “It doesn't feel wrong to me. Does it feel wrong to you?” I asked. “No honestly. It just feels right. But maybe too right. You are just a nice guy and I guess I'm not always attracted to nice older guys I guess,” Eve replied. “I'm only 7 years older than you,” I said. Then she laughed a little. “But could this get you in trouble though?” Eve asked. “No. You are my secretary . What ever we do on our own. But for the rest of that day, I could feel his eyes on me. And the more I had to drink, the more I liked it. And the more I plotted.Her brother went to bed early. He wasn’t used to drinking so it all caught up with him fast. In my mind, whatever could’ve happened was now off the table. He was out of commission, and I was well on my way.A few hours later, I turned in. Her brother was passed out, lying on top of the covers wearing only his boxer-briefs. As I began undressing myself, I was both. There were no more large groups of new employees to be trained at Fort Smith for the three months. We did have several small groups of twenty men to finish out Vicky and Ching Lee’s security groups.The brunt of the training was various police departments, including Harrisburg and several municipalities that had participated in the raid. Each session was two weeks. There were three month’s worth of those groups along with recurring training for the FBI, DHS and our own groups.Those police.