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This week with Arlene and Jeff:

..."Fuck the Wing," Worthington snarled. "You should have put me in charge. It wouldn't have been led by a couple of pussies then. It would have a real man leading it."

"So be it," the Colonel snapped. "Leave the Wing's uniform and all your gear in your quarters. Report to Security and they will return you to your old unit. Remember, you were already blocked, and that block was reinforced to cover the secret materials you used and were given to use while in the Wing. Should you attempt to disclose the happenings here, it will be considered a breach of your oath and will be dealt with accordingly.

"I will only report that you are being returned to your original unit. There will be no reason given or expected. If you keep your mouth shut, that will be the end of it. That's because I had an understanding with your Commander that I did not think that all aviators would work out in the Interceptor Wing, and some would probably be returned to their old jobs. Run your mouth, and I will report in detail your attitude and what happened to you to your Commander. In case you are too pigheaded to realize it, let me make myself clear. I am giving you one hell of a break.

"And Worthington. Hear this! If something happens to my wife, I'll kill you without a second thought. Now get out of my face before I change my mind and do what I know should be done."...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

In The Tent Next to a Big Tree

...She had managed a couple of swipes with the wet towel before this started, but that was about all. It doesn't matter. There is no way he is ever going to put his mouth on me again. I've douched dozens of times since we had that last party, but he says that every time he sees me nude, he remembers that asshole's come oozing out of my pussy. Oh, why didn't I stop with just our friends now and then? He was okay with that. Why did I have to continue until I tromped on his ego?

She felt his hands begin to slide her panties down her legs and managed to move until he could get the tiny garment off. She let go of his cock for an instant while she managed to yank the pullover top over her head and unhook her bra in the cramped tent before resuming her hold on his now rock-hard cock. At last, he's actually going to make love to me, she inwardly rejoiced.

As he moved, she had to let go of him and was positioning herself for his entrance, anxious beyond measure after waiting all these months, when his warm mouth descended onto her center.

"Wait!" she got out, then, "Not clean," she meant to say, but it never got from her brain to her lips.

Her hands clasped his hair, seemingly of their own volition, and pulled him more firmly against her as the most powerful orgasm in forever tore through her. She knew her back was arched and could faintly hear screams as some small part of her mind chastised her for not pleasing him first. Instead, he, who should be receiving her apology, was driving her mad with his mouth and tongue. Instead, her body built to what she knew was going to be a stupendous orgasm. She held her breath just as it started. There was a blinding flash, and her mind went blank...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...They finished their meals in silence, other than the pelting of the rain against the tent and the sound of the gusting wind. "Are you ready for your dessert?" she almost coyly asked, her eyes sparkling.

"I suppose. What are we having?" he asked, knowing it could only be a candy bar or something similar. What else could she have in her backpack? "Let's see. Is it another energy bar?" he teased.

"For that remark, you get to clean up after dinner," she joked as she ducked to go inside the tent to rummage in her backpack. A moment later, she returned with her hands behind her and a big smile on her face. "Guess which hand?"

Before he could respond, a bolt of lightning hit a tree on the opposite ridge. It was still a good hundred yards away, but the lightning had so far been in the far distance. Dessie squeaked, and Phillip cursed, the sound of the bolt crashing into a tree so loud that they seemed able to feel it. The charge had apparently run down the center of the tree, blowing out strips of wood to show the fire now burning inside. The tree was twenty feet or more from its closest neighbor, and with the fire mainly inside the split trunk, it had caught none of the other trees on fire yet and probably wouldn't because of the downpour.

"We're under a tree, and we're not supposed to be near one during a lightning storm," Dessie worriedly commented...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

Jeff, Ann and Arlene sat in Jeff's office, the two girls with soft drinks, while Jeff had his usual coffee.

One look at their husband's face, and they knew something was wrong. "What's wrong, Husband?" Ann asked.

"I… uh, nothing serious to the most of us, but it will certainly be important to you two."

"You're going to cancel the parade," Arlene said while staring hard at Jeff.

The Prime let out an audible sigh. "I know how much you two have worked on this, but… Well, after we became involved in trying to locate Selina's Mom and Dad, the General and I both began to realize that it isn't time for a victory parade just yet. I don't imagine that those who have lost loved ones to the Miadax, or the ones who have no place to live and have to look to the military for food, think much about us having won the war. If you look at the overall picture, there wasn't a large loss of life compared to the world's population. However, I'll bet that those places that were hit hard, such as the area where Phillip and Dessie supposedly are, will disagree - mightily."

"So, all the training was for nothing?" Arlene said barely loud enough to be heard...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...The water filter was comprised of a small hand pump that had a line to reach the water. On the end of the line was a floating pre-filter that positioned the intake valve just below the surface and kept out any trash as the water was pumped into the line. As the pump was squeezed, the water would pass from the intake on up the line and through the one-micron filter, then on into whatever receptacle they chose, which today was a two-liter flexible water jug.

As Phillip leaned to put the water line into the stream, Dessie pinched his ass and hissed. He jerked upright and almost fell into the water before his brain put together what the sound and pinch had been. "Don't do that," he hissed out. "Damn, Girl, I just aged ten years. Baby, you know I'm scared shitless of snakes."

"I'm sorry, Hon," she said while barely holding back giggles. "I know you don't like snakes, and that goes for me also. I shouldn't have done that, but you have to admit, you sure moved in a hurry."...

Have a goodun;

Roust