.. Mais ce n'?tait pas termin?.. Harold fit relever Jenny et les nichons ? l'air il l'entra?na vers la porte. Un des colosses m'encadrant de chaque c...ot? je dus les suivre. Je pouvais voir Harold guidant ma femme sa grosse patte pos?e sur ses fesses. Sa main ?tait gliss?e sous sa jupe qui ?tait bouchonn?e autour de sa taille alors que nous sortions de la boite. Je tentais de leur dire que nous devions les quitter en m'interposant entre Jenny et Harold, mais j'?tais tout autant sous leur. Normally, she dressed in loose paisley peasant skirts, blouses and generally more conservatively. Tonight, she was dressing to seduce me, perhaps living in one of her fantasies.I looked down at my poetry then looked up at her as she took a seat at a table near the front but off to the side. Our eyes met as she sipped her coffee, looking over the rim at me. She then put her cup down and leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, her skirt higher on her thighs, her tits stretching the tight. The next five attacks against Bustol camps was done without fighter cover, but Ansa was afraid to push her luck any further than that. Raid number six in this series was covered with a squadron of Hawks. This pushed extra work onto the FACs, since they were responsible for directing the Eagles and the Hawks. Ansa would need to gather some experience with this arrangement before she could freeze the organization details. We would just have to wait and see.Ansa had proved to be downright psychic. "Just find the house with the green cover over the roof, the missing chimney, and the wrecked car in the driveway." He could barely hear the guy over the ringing in his ears. The storm, like all summer storms, had come quickly. His house at the top of the hill had stood for some years, and he was not aware that it had ever been hit during a storm before. This time sure as hell made up for it. Mike went inside and his heart sank as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Water still dripped.