I soon reached the massage parlour and was shocked to see a saggy old lady sitting on the door “surely this isn’t right” I thought to myself, I ...couldn’t read Chinese however I was sure I had followed the correct directions. Plus my erected pole was dragging me like a super magnetic force, the woman clearly took one look at me and realised I wasn’t Asian. She immediately stood up and took me by the arm like a grandmother, I was astounded when she ushered me into a long corridor full of the most. "It's the same, isn't it? Twenty years pass, and you still play with my heart." I told you I'm no good. Do you want to meet?"I chuckled. Talking to her felt like fucking--at least the motion: in and out. "Of course." Come to my apartment for lunch. Any appointments after lunch?" Nothing I can't postpone. I need to be here by three." Good. I have a surprise." Of course," I said. She gave me the address. Posh. Park Avenue. Midtown. Bess was a well kept woman.A liveried doorman met me at the door.. Finding no sign or scent of anything unusual around the main area, I headed out toward the highway believing that anyone sent to check on things here would arrive there before starting to investigate the Ranch itself. There was little traffic on the highway at this time of night, and I moved back away from it to a concealed spot among some small trees on a low hill. I could scent the breeze from there as it shifted unsteadily in the dark. On settling into the vegetation there among the trees, I. The guards, a private and a corporal, both straightened up and gave him a sharp salute."Good afternoon, lieutenant," the corporal barked with crisp military courtesy."At ease," Bracken said after returning the salute. "I'm here to see Colonel Barnes for mission debrief." Yes, sir," the corporal replied. "I'll pass your request along, sir." With that, he picked up a portable radio and keyed it, talking to Sergeant Lovell, who was Barnes' assistant. A few minutes later, Bracken was given.