“What is your name, Mr. Knowing it didn’t mean I rejected it though. My service number is five seven eigghhhht….” The leather hit my face again this time while the electricity flowed freely through my body causing me to spasm and jerk. “What is your name, Mr. This Chinese bitch was going to make me impotent if this kept up. “Does anyone?” Dammit! I didn’t understand a word of it. “Now, Lance, tell me how many soldiers are at the camp.”
“3400 men, 15 Stryker vehicles, 10 M-1 tanks, 20 troop carriers, 20 Hummers, and 6 Apache attack choppers.”
“Lance, you are getting very good at this.” I felt her hands caress my nipples as her tongue slipped down my spine. As I said, it was two in the morning on the last night of my pass…I was desperate for action and stumbling around the streets drunk.