Synopsis: Newly widowed Army Captain Rossalind Donaldson returns home for her husband's funeral.
A friend who was into what I later learned was termed the lifestyle' put me on to this run down club in So Ho.
The place was a dilapidated dump but once a month, a crowd gathered who could usually satisfy my needs. Andrews cross when Trace and two of his army buddies arrived. I was leaving for training at Fort Campbell next week.
Trace and his driver were killed instantly according to the letter I got from his commander. The Humvee had burned and several pieces of ordinance had exploded inside the cab.
My guess would be that the coffin contained a blend of both Trace and the driver.
When my mouth opened, he shoved his tongue inside all the while twisting my dugs to within a millimeter of separating from my tits.