"So, what have you been doing with your life?" Lynn asked the commander. He smugly replied that he'd not been doing much of anything since he'd been "retired" from the military after being accused of "conduct unbecoming an officer" the last time he and Lynn hooked up. Lynn casually lowered her glasses and stared at him intently for a moment. "Why don't you join our victory tour?" she suggested. By the time the lime green bus pulled out of Columbus, Lynn and her "officer-not-so-much-of-a-gentleman" friend had captured the two seats in the very back of the bus, right next to the well-stocked bar. "I'd tell them to get a room," laughed Jil, "but we've got work to do! This tour has to move forward!"
By Thursday afternoon, November 13, 2008, the bus pulled into Wheeling, West Virginia to greet a company of soldiers who had just landed on U.S. soil less than eleven hours earlier. Dana jumped off the bus, right into the arms of a husky, tanned Marine who obviously hadn't been in physical contact with an American female for months. "Burowski!" he shouted as he nuzzled his nose between her breasts. It certainly wasn't the kind of rigid behavior Dana had expected from a Marine! His half-crazed, glazed-over gorgeous blue eyes couldn't wander from the sight of this "hunka-hunk of burnin' love" standing in front of him. The other Marines clamored around the bus as Jil's platoon of party-lovers disembarked. Connie, Suzan, "hot Donna", Sally, Michelle and Kathy found themselves encircled by an assortment of enchanted soldiers, all hungry for an opportunity to hold a voluptuous woman in their war-weary arms. "Good God Almighty!" one Marine exclaimed, "ain't this the purtiest sight my tired eyes have seen in more than two years! Come here, Honey, I think I love you!" He grabbed Connie and danced her around the asphalt like a ragdoll as his 6-ft. 6" muscular frame all but consumed her svelte, slim body. It wasn't quite the way Jil had anticipated the victory celebration to begin in Wheeling, but, what the hell - when in Rome. After about an hour of chaotic revelry, Jil managed to pull her 'girls' away from these whoredogs and march them into the VFW hall where a more somber celebration was about to begin.
Phil, Bob and Ron lumbered off the bus, to be met by - no one (apparently the Marines weren't as interested in embracing three old American males whose unbathed bodies stank of stale booze and the lingering residue from cigarette smoke. One of the Marines happened to notice them for just an instant, and asked Jil, "How come you brought them there old geezers along? Don't tell me they're your bodyguards!" At a loss for words, Jil kind of nodded her head as the Marine watched her gorgeous blonde hair dangle in the air. "Well, Hell, Honey," he hollered, "you give us a few days to limber up, and WE'LL replace them old farts!" Phil, Bob and Ron weaved back-and-forth cautiously as if they were trying to comprehend exactly what was going on; could these guys replace official O.U.T.R.A.G.E. volunteers?
By Thursday afternoon, November 13, 2008, the bus pulled into Wheeling, West Virginia to greet a company of soldiers who had just landed on U.S. soil less than eleven hours earlier. Dana jumped off the bus, right into the arms of a husky, tanned Marine who obviously hadn't been in physical contact with an American female for months. "Burowski!" he shouted as he nuzzled his nose between her breasts. It certainly wasn't the kind of rigid behavior Dana had expected from a Marine! His half-crazed, glazed-over gorgeous blue eyes couldn't wander from the sight of this "hunka-hunk of burnin' love" standing in front of him. The other Marines clamored around the bus as Jil's platoon of party-lovers disembarked. Connie, Suzan, "hot Donna", Sally, Michelle and Kathy found themselves encircled by an assortment of enchanted soldiers, all hungry for an opportunity to hold a voluptuous woman in their war-weary arms. "Good God Almighty!" one Marine exclaimed, "ain't this the purtiest sight my tired eyes have seen in more than two years! Come here, Honey, I think I love you!" He grabbed Connie and danced her around the asphalt like a ragdoll as his 6-ft. 6" muscular frame all but consumed her svelte, slim body. It wasn't quite the way Jil had anticipated the victory celebration to begin in Wheeling, but, what the hell - when in Rome. After about an hour of chaotic revelry, Jil managed to pull her 'girls' away from these whoredogs and march them into the VFW hall where a more somber celebration was about to begin.
Phil, Bob and Ron lumbered off the bus, to be met by - no one (apparently the Marines weren't as interested in embracing three old American males whose unbathed bodies stank of stale booze and the lingering residue from cigarette smoke. One of the Marines happened to notice them for just an instant, and asked Jil, "How come you brought them there old geezers along? Don't tell me they're your bodyguards!" At a loss for words, Jil kind of nodded her head as the Marine watched her gorgeous blonde hair dangle in the air. "Well, Hell, Honey," he hollered, "you give us a few days to limber up, and WE'LL replace them old farts!" Phil, Bob and Ron weaved back-and-forth cautiously as if they were trying to comprehend exactly what was going on; could these guys replace official O.U.T.R.A.G.E. volunteers?
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