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B.J.Jones the Story of My Life

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Chapter 432

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 432 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.

Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Nudism   Slow  

I thought about things in Minneapolis off and on all night. I even woke up and went to the office in the den to check on updates on all the systems to see if there was anything new or something I had missed.

Saturday we followed our regular routine of cleaning the house as a team and then family time. Family time that carried on through the evening; tonight was the last night we were going to be able to try to expand our family this cycle.

The C5 came back from its secret flight for the agency on Sunday morning and was leaving for Africa on Tuesday with the last shipment of choppers for the continent. One more flight to the Middle East would end the chopper deliveries.

I spent Monday in the gym helping to finish up the training for the last group. With all Andy’s men and ladies in Minneapolis, the training was running behind. By the end of the day the trainers and I were satisfied. This group was leaving with the choppers on the C5 in the morning.

My trainers had been working overtime; tomorrow would be the end of it and all of them were going to get a couple of weeks off with pay.

I returned to the office for a few minutes with Marcy before our meeting, only to be met by Robert with a folder.

“You need to look at this,” he said as I followed him into my office.

“He had more computer problems and left the drives plugged in while he was trying to resolve them. This is more than we had but still doesn’t answer many questions,” Robert said then he added.

“At this point I am not sure his computer data is not a diversion. Things that should be there are not.”

“You think we may be getting played, then.” I replied.

“I’m just suspicious,” Robert replied.

“Either way we can’t take any chances,” I replied.

Other than confirming the planned date was still Thursday, I saw little new. I wondered if the date was an intended distraction. I wondered if Diya suspected that someone was on to him. The date had popped up several times in too many of his conversations, almost like he wanted us to find it.

I sent the updates to Andy, waited a few minutes and then called.

We talked about 30 minutes; both of us just did not like what we knew - and worse - what we did not know.

“I will be there tomorrow morning and I will stay until this is over or goes away. What do you want me to bring?” I asked.

“We have everything we need. I am going to set up the infrared equipment tonight and start using it tomorrow morning at all the entrances; it is the least intrusive of the things we have,” Andy replied then he added, “Bring some more women who can do pat downs on female students if necessary.”

“Ten four boss,” I replied letting him know he would still be in charge.

I called Vicky, Ching Lee and Lorrie to tell them I wanted the administrators from their departments which had helped with the security at the political debate, who had worked the metal scanners and infrared scanners; there were a total of ten of them.

“Tell them to pack bags enough to carry them at least to the weekend. Pantsuits, slacks, no skirts and make sure they have their vest and holsters.”

I was just getting ready to go see if there was going to be a meeting when Ben-David stepped into the hall.

“Shalom my friend,” I said

“Shalom; I have updates for your system,” he replied as he handed me a stack of discs.

“If you have time I can show you the chopper that is going to Entebbe next week,” I said.

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