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B.J.Jones the Story of My Life

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Chapter 285

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 285 - 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 finally found Jake and Dad in the JGB part of terminal building. They were looking over the work done by all the contractors. It had been a while since I had been in there myself.

The building had that new smell, just like that of a new car does. We looked over all the offices. Lorrie gave both Carson and Sabrina each their own office. We found their name plaque on the door. The office furniture was already set up along with the computer systems.

We had a nice business counter for the flight service and a second counter for MAAR computer terminals to do the rentals.

Further towards the tarmac entrance was a nicely sized pilot's lounge with chairs, a couple of couches and two wall desks for courtesy computers. It was more for looks than anything else. Our pilots were going to be headquartered in the side hangar where they were now.

The next stop was the kitchen. Suppliers were still installing the last of the appliances. I checked out the big walk-in cooler and freezer. Both were operating and very cold.

In the cafeteria all the tables and chairs were waiting to be set up. The boxes were stacked along the wall. There were other boxes of kitchen plates, pots and pans waiting to find their assigned spot in the kitchen by the chef.

I still wondered why it was so important to the agency to have a cafeteria and a chef on site. The agency was paying for that part and the restaurant would be open to the public. I guessed that there was some kind of cover story for that if anyone asked. There had to be some kind of gimmick, I was sure of that.

We made our way down the hall where the meeting rooms were. There were four that were general meeting rooms that the public could reserve. Beyond that there were four more for JBG private meetings, behind one of those fancy red ropes on a brass fixture. A sign hung on the fancy rope (Area closed authorized personnel only). Moving past those rooms we came upon a door which had in front of it, another fancy red rope on a brass fixtute.

I moved the fixture and we tried the door. The brass plate on the door was stamped (Department of Homeland Security Morton Field office); the door had one of the ID card readers installed on it.

"They are all locked on this end," My Dad replied then added, "I was in there when they were putting the office equipment in."

I had the ID cards that Eric, Frank and Amy had issued me plus my JBG card, for a total of four. I slid the DHS card and the door opened. Dad was right there were four very nice offices as we entered through the door.

One was labeled US Government Office; I knew that to be the CIA office and the card Frank issued me opened that office. the other office was labeled U.S Customs and the State Department card opened that one. The other two were meeting rooms and my cards opened them as well. They were very fancy meeting rooms at that similar to the one we went to in Washington.

Dad and I gave Jake the tour of the maintenance building and the super hangar that Jake had negotiated for. The contractors were making good time with it. The building was finally totally enclosed, even all the side hangar's had their doors.

It was getting dark by the time we made it into the super hangar so I flipped the light switches by the door. All the buildings were equipped with new energy saving LED lighting that was very bright, even though they were over fifty feet from the floor. This was the first time I had been in the big closed hangar with the lights on. The hangar looked even bigger with the lights on.

I needed to go back to the Summers Road office after I verified that everything was set for the C130 flight tomorrow. Lorrie, Marcy and Jenny were still in the temporary office when I arrived.

The flight folder was complete and everything was checked off. The mechanics had checked off the mechanical components of the plane and filled it with fuel. There was a notation of all the tools they had loaded on the C130 in order to reinstall the main rotor blades.

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