BLONDIE and ROSELYNN....THANKS FOR THR FEEDBACK. AN IDEA OCCURS......
OK GUYS...A POLL....EVERYBODY VOTES.....BOOKENDS or SALT & PEPPER... WOULD YOU RETURN THE BLOND TO HER NATURAL COLOR OR????
WHILE YOU CONSIDER, A BIT MORE. AND THANKS TO ALL YOU WHO GIMME INPUT Seattle–Tacoma International Seattle, UOS
Captain Gillian Reynolds NDF (R) entered the terminal in Seattle and contrasted it with New York City. The people were well-dressed, clean, and orderly. Always orderly! She’d been a young girl during the urban riots, but she understood disorder as anyone living through that time did.
People smiled at her as she walked toward the security exit, and she supposed that at least some were sincere. She knew that most were offered to show support for the military. NOT to smile could be considered as not supporting the military. Not supporting the military was “wrongthinking”.
There was a disturbance at one of the kiosks, and then she saw two Customs Agents hustling off a thin faced man, pale with fear. She heard whispers in the crowd…..”Black Market”…. ”smuggle”……”Canadian Bacon”….
Gillian knew there had been an embargo in place between Canada and the UOS for over a dozen years due to its support of “the People” in the UOS, and security had been tightened on the border.
The resulting increase in the size of the Border Patrol (with the corresponding decrease in unemployment) now made the Border Patrol the third largest National Law Enforcement Agency, next to the NBI and the NMP (National Military Police) comprised of units from the NDF, Navy, National Aerospace Force (NAF), National Marine Corps (NMC) and Space Service (SS). Unlike the Isolationist movements of the 1930’s, the Isolationist movement of 2030 was abetted with modern technology to prevent the body-politic from being “infected” from outside influences. The new Rallying cry, online and in the media was “America for Americans”.
She got into line for the security exit. After about 25 minutes, she passed through the scanner after removing her boots, headgear, outer jacket, watch, sat-phone, and personal sidearm before passing through the portal without activating any alarms. She retrieved her gear, holstered her sidearm and proceeded to the TSA booth.
“Destination?” a bored Hispanic female TSA agent asked
“San Francisco” Gillian answered.
“Identifications” she ordered
Gillian presented her Citizenship Card, Travel Permit, Military ID, Security ID, and a copy of her orders. Each document was scanned and returned to her. The IRC Display flashed Green.
“Have a safe journey, Captain” the agent said. “God Bless the UOS”
“America for Americans” Captain Reynolds answered and hailed a cab.
411 EMBARCADERO CENTER, APT. 1228, SAN FRANCISCO
Col. Ryan Woodcrest sat at his desk and opened the envelope that had just been hand delivered by NBI officer-courier only minutes earlier. Lara Hanley rested her head on his shoulder, arms around his torso as she read over his shoulder. She had forgone redressing herself, and now wore only her sheer red underwear, which set off her dark tresses.
He’d returned an hour ago, and had watched amused as Lara had led a dazed, exhausted and totally docile Deborah Stennis from the Master Bedroom. So completely spent was the young virgin that, although totally naked, she made no effort to conceal her nudity. After securing the girl in the containment wing, she had returned.
“You didn’t have to get dressed on my account” Ryan said
“You wish” she giggled
“How was she?” he asked, enjoying the sight, if not the feel of her nearly naked body. The thin cups of her bra clearly revealed her small nipples, and the brief panties made it obvious she was not one who kept herself shaved bare, as the shadow of a nest of dark curls was visible beneath the thin fabric.
“Delicious. You’re a darling for sharing. Perhaps I can return the favor and obtain a young boy for you.” She said, kissing him on the cheek.
“Very funny! So, is she really a virgin?” he asked, more businesslike than any prurient interest.
“Most assuredly! In more ways than you might think, although I’m certain that she’s less a virgin this morning than she was last night.” Lara snickered “But if you mean, does she still have her cherry, the answer is yes. But I can fill you in on all the lurid details later. What does the letter say?”
OFFICE OF THE DIRECTOR, NBI San Francisco, California July 25, 2032
Col. Ryan Woodcrest
NDF HEADQUARTERS, SF, CA
Dear Colonel Woodcrest,
I too enjoyed seeing you at Saturday’s auction. We all do what we can to support the Nation financially and I’m sure your devotion to assisting young girls in finding redemption far exceeds my own humble efforts, as proven at last week’s auction. I hope she appreciates how lucky she is.
My agents even inform me that you made an extraordinary effort to spare one young lady even the distress of being processed for auctioning. That certainly exceeds anything I have ever attempted in helping those unfortunate, misled young women. You can be sure I will always remember this willingness of yours to go above and beyond.
I too regret that our working arrangement has not always congenial. As we both know, I’m sure, Admiral Jupiter is a GREAT admirer of Admiral Mars and I too appreciate and admire your service and dedication, and the NBI stands ever vigilent in crushing our Nation’s enemies, wherever they might be found.
I would be very interested in obtaining the “loan” of the redhead, Ms. Cynthia Farmer, for whatever period we can agree on, however the cute young blonde who I recently came into possession of is unfortunately still a virgin, and so, would prove unsuitable for a straight across trade, for the same period of time. I suggest a sum of $20,000 credits might balance the scales, as the redhead, however cute she might be, lost much of her value once she was “driven off the showroom floor, so to speak.”
The understanding is of course that all property will be returned in the same condition in which it was lent.
I hope we can come to some agreement in this matter, to, as you say, enhance our already professional working relationship.
I await your response.
God Bless the U of S
Steven Bruce - Director – National Bureau of Investigation
“What do you think?” Woodcrest asked
“I can’t decide if the slimy bastard is just greedy, horny, or up to something. But I don’t think you can just accept his demands. Make a counter-offer of $10,000 credits.”
Woodcrest nodded.
“I see that Ms. Farmer’s documents state that she is heterosexual. How about we see about changing her designation changed to “bi-sexual”?” There was an evil glint in Lara’s eyes. “You said yourself, it will increase her resale value, and the knowledge may come in handy when she infiltrates Bruce’s nest.”
Again, though more slowly this time, Woodcrest nodded.
Lara gave him another kiss on the cheek. “She’s an attorney? Well, I’m about to teach her another meaning for mouthpiece."