B.J.Jones the Story of My Life
Copyright© 2012 by jballs
Chapter 196
Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 196 - 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 had a rough night. I hurt like hell; the EMT was right about that. I even went over to the gym, worked out and spent plenty of time in the hot tub and ice treatment to stop the swelling.
I was bruised from the top of my left shoulder across both boobs and my upper stomach and hip. The shoulder strap and seatbelt had done a number on me.
I drove one of the unmarked cars to KCC and was doubly cautious. I did stop and pick up several different papers at the new 7-11. The front page of all of them was about the accident. There were statements from Jeff's family and friends and speculation from all directions. Duke was blaming everyone, including me.
Bob Jackson was in my office almost before I got the seat of my chair warm. "Are you OK? Looks like one heck of a crash?"
I unbuttoned the uniform shirt. I was not wearing a bra - not that I did that often - and I always wore the vest, but this morning I could not even stand having the bulletproof vest on.
As the black and blue shoulder and breast came into view he said, "Oh my God. Why don't you go back home; things are slow, the day shift can handle it?"
"I have several meetings - when they are finished I will. I am also off tomorrow. The Suburban is back in the maintenance yard and the gate has a security lock on it, you have a key. There is a tarp over it to keep the media from having a field day. Call the insurance company; it is totaled. I want to order another one as soon as I can," I said.
"I noticed the unmarked car. Is that what you are using at the other colleges?" he replied.
"Each college is going to have at least one unmarked in their fleet along with one Suburban for the director and marked cars as needed," I replied.
"I will call the dealer and issue a P.O." he replied. "Put that one there on lease to us until the new one comes in."
At noon I made the trip home. Our flight was scheduled to leave at 1:30 - some of the interviews had been moved to later this afternoon and early evening - that would let us leave Saturday night.
Jason, Roseanne, Mark, Cindy, Jenny, Vicky and I were on the flight. An overnight bag was all that was required. We were all carrying concealed after yesterday. Who knows what might come out of the woodwork now?
We arrived at the Island Airport just in time to be in the middle of a channel 34 news team follow-up report. The feds were doing daily updates to keep the issue in the news cycle. This was their chance to strike a little fear into local governments about how DHS grants were intended to be used.
I knew of several cases where the guidelines were being stretched way past the limits to allow the funds to be used for other wish list purchases and not the intended security items. If they dug deeper than just the Airport authority they were going to have a field day.
Naturally channel 34 did not miss the opportunity for an interview. Friday was a busy day for Lorrie's JBG flight group. A third of the Florida vacation rentals were swapped out on Friday, the rest on Sundays and Mondays. I was sure that there would be footage of JBG planes on the channel tonight.
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