Jill Harte was 32 years old and a more mature version of her daughter, but just as stunning in the looks department. Jill was only a couple inches tal...ler than her daughters 5'4" and her thick blonde hair was just a little longer. Her full C cup or small D cup bra wasn't really needed. Her exercise program kept them as firm as her daughter's breasts. Jill's flat stomach was exposed by one of those blouses that seemed to hang from the breast tips to just below the tit and left the midriff. My first duty station would be in the lounge. Before we started over there they grabbed my hands and cuffed them behind my back. I would be joining the rest of the males assigned to that room. I would be installed under one of the tables. The women who entered the lounge would all be wearing skirts and no panties or pantyhose. The chairs were constructed with a catch basin under the seat. The women could drink as much as they wanted and were not required to leave their seats to relieve. I was taking in the beauty of the day and the back yard. The birds were twittering about. We had very active groups of purple finches and Downey woodpeckers. The yard was always full of the sounds of birds.It reminded me of my youth in northern Wisconsin, sitting on a hay wagon listening to the meadowlarks or of my time in Texas listening to the mockingbirds. Bird songs always made me feel good.“Mick, I have some ice tea for you.” Keri came out into the yard.“Thanks hon. I was just zoning. In a different car, so it might not even be them, but I wouldn't bet on it. They took off for good, late last night when one of our units flashed the red and blue lights on them and then popped the siren to chase them away. If I were them, I'd be smart enough to know that it's not safe here and I'd bug back to some rat hole in Houston. They'll be back, but I think they'll let the heat cool for awhile first." That will give us some time to think and prepare better anyway. I'd rather not get.