‘You may speak,’ he laughed. ‘Thank you, Sir. I need panties, Sir,’ she said. Feeling ridiculous at the sound of such demeaning words, she ne...vertheless had to ask, for the dress was far too short. The neckline was bad enough, but to go out without underwear was impossible. ‘No you don’t,’ he leered, and smiled indulgently at her. She wanted to tell him it was too short and too light to keep down. Last time she’d worn a tight pair of shorts as well as panties, so how could she possibly endure. It made my M-14 look like the piece of ancient history it was."That's the other guy, he's out of the Solar System right now. For my sins I'm covering the Office of Targeted Extractions now. About half my clan is currently on the moon covering my butt - including two of my co-sponsors, the ninja twins over there and my Aztec warrior, medic, and mother of our children, who is fetching my coffee."But listen," he said, "I have a proposition." Really?" I responded. "I learned in the Army to never. Pat's hair, however, looked thicker today for some strangereason, and softer as it fell about his face and glasses. Now whatmade that thought come to mind? John looked at his own feet and handsas he puzzled over the sudden embarrassment that washed over him whenhe looked at Pat. What was that about?Pat didn't notice John's piercing gaze and subsequent embarrassment.He was trying to catalogue how he felt and had his eyes closed,concentrating on feeling his body. He had noticed that his hair. He released my other ankle, and gently rubbed each one, restoring the circulation which had been slightly impeded. Although he released my wrists from being bound over my head, he kept them tied together as he sat me up and helped me slide out of the van. I was outside the van, nude and blindfolded, with my wrists tied in front of me and a gag in my mouth. I felt cold cement under my bare feet, but I couldn't tell if I was in a garage, or a carport, or out on a public street. I listened.