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Bravo Company ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

Sam laughed as Sandy told her about Hunt and Bates. She sat back down in her chair and lifted her heels up onto the end of the bed, cigarette in one hand and her glass in the other, hand hanging loosely over the arms of the chair.

"I just don't understand that whole dressing up thing. Undressing always seemed far more fun. ... And I absolutely don't need any advice from you on being a bigger slut. I'm not aiming to take any titles... I'll happily leave that to you and to Major Hunt and to any other girls around here. Two sergeants and a poker party with a few of the boys makes me content enough... and there is a war going on out there you know. Sometimes its not quite as easy to just jump into the sack with every swinging dick you can find.... or even with the same one every night." She took a mouthful of whisky and then another drag on her cigarette. She was starting to relax... feeling the tension of the last two days easing out of her muscles. "And I would have thought that Hunt would have a lot more taste than Brady. If ever there was a guy who was over promoted.

"You just don't like him because he's got you half way to a court martial."

"That's not the only reason... " Sam suddenly had a horrible thought. "Oh shit... tell me you're not screwing him." Sandy laughed and shrugged and finished her own drink. "Wherever you can get it.." Sam chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. "But we were talking about you" Sandy continued and she re-flilled her glass, leaned over and topped off Sam's. "Two sergeants? ... A poker party? ... Come on girl. Spill it." Sam hesitated for a moment, looked at Sandy and sighed.

"Morgan had a friend. The two of them do a nice tag-team. That was here. Night before all hell broke loose. The poker party... that was out at the firebase. A couple of drinks and a friendly game became... " Sam saw Sandy's smile growing and her's did the same as her memory drifted back. "There is some very nice cock in that platoon and they all know how to use it.... just the way I like it."
 
War often makes strange bedfellows and Sandy knew that. She like Sam didn't like Brady, but that didn't stop her from sleeping with him once in a while. Sandy was sure that Sam would have some like Brady in her life before the war ended for her. Someone that Sam disliked, but would fuck from time to time. You take the hard dick where you can find it. That's what Sandy always said to Sam. Her thinking was that even if you hate the guy. He could still be great in the sack. Sandy suggested that Sam fuck Captain Brady. Before Sam could react, Sandy said that it would help get Brady off Sam's back. " You'll still hate him........He's a huge pain in the ass........You can't change that.........But he'll fuck you the way you like it..........And fucking him will keep you out of trouble. " Sandy was hoping that Sam would take her seriously. She wasn't joking since Brady was looking to get dirt on Sam. If Sam would sleep with Brady, she could at least cool things off between them. " You don't have to like everybody you fuck...........Sometimes you'll find enjoyment in those you really hate.......I did. " Sandy said while grinning from ear to ear. She then suggested that they should go into Nha Trang once things get back to normal. Well as normal as things can be during a war. It had been forever since they had a girl's night out. Sandy didn't get the change to go when Sam went into town with some of the other nurse. That was the night she ended up fucking the guys at the poker game in their barracks. " You and me need to get the hell out of here for a little while and have some fun! " Sandy raised her glass into the air, holding it towards Sam. The two clinked their glasses and downed their drinks. Sandy lit up another cigarette and slyly looked over at Sam. " So???..........You gonna sleep with Brady to get him off your back? " Sandy asked as she leaned forwards waiting for an answer.
 
Sam shook her head, smiling, chuckling a little.

"Not a chance. He doesn't deserve me and I have a few guys who seem quite happy to fuck me how I like thank you very much. And I don't care about him on my back. He can just give it his best shot. What's the worst that's gonna happen? I'm not gonna get sent home. Is he going to bust me? I'm not a career soldier. I'm not looking to stay in the Army when this shit is done. I'm here to do what I can to save lives and then ... With a little luck and God willing... I will get back to John Hopkins and finish my training." She sat up and stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray. "And besides, for the most part, we're working miles apart. He's not my commanding officer anymore. Kern is! You and other nurse around this place can have your fun with him without me getting any action there. "
 
Sandy just smiled and nodded her head. Sam was right that Brady wasn't her commanding officer anymore. Since Sam had been attached to B Company's 1st platoon as their field medic, she had a new commanding officer. Kern was Sam's immediate superior. Her company commander was Captain Coleman. Brady was on the outside looking in and could do little against Sam. " You're right.........And you're one lucky girl with all those guys. " Sandy said before she kicked back the last of the whiskey in her glass. " Still we need a girl's night out.........And I'm sure it won't take the bar owners in Nha Trang to get their places up and running again.......So how about we get our selves a couple of weekend passes and party like there's no tomorrow? " Sandy asked as she refilled her glass and the glass Sam was using. With Sam moving from being a nurse to a field medic. The two friends had little time to spend together. It would be a while before any platoons returned to the firebases. Camp Baker needed all of it's men covering the base until the repairs were done. This didn't mean that there wouldn't patrols from Camp Baker, or even missions for teams to go on. It only meant that it would be a while until the platoons could return to the firebases. Sandy moved a bit closer to where Sam was sitting. She asked who the second sergeant was that Sam had been with? Sandy also wanted to hear the dirty details of Sam's time with Sergeant Morgan. " He's a handsome man.........He'd be a great catch for a gal like you. " Sandy grinned. She laid a hand on Sam's bare leg and started to slowly rub it.
 
Sam shook her head again. "No idea. I don't expect to get a pass though if the rest of the guys from the platoon don't. And they're probably going to be pretty busy here to get the place back together." She thought for a moment. "Actually that might mean I'm back at the hospital for a while. I can't imagine anyone letting me sit kicking my gels whilst the guys are working up a sweet." She took the refilled glass from Sandy and took a drink before settling back in her chair, stretching out again.

"I imagine Kern or Coleman will brief the platoon in the morning. We'll find out then what the chances are of passes any time soon." It was true that Sam and Sandy had had good nights out in town before. The last time... The week before Sam got reassigned... they had happened on a squad of Army Rangers in the first bar they'd gone into. They hadn't made it to the second bar and instead they had spent most of the night in two rooms at the bar which the owner rented out by the hour; Sandy in one room and Sam in another. And Sam wasn't trying to avoid going out with Sandy again, but she was more than aware of her 'commitment' to the arrangement that Cruz and Motown had made. And the promise that she would go with Morgan and Kowalski to the bar that they knew was fresh in her mind. She took another drink and looked down at Sandy's hand as it laid on her calf and as she moved the conversation back to the sergeants, Sam smiled again at her persistence. She hesitated for a moment.

"Kowalski... And you'll get no argument from me on Dan Morgan. He's a good man... In lots of ways." Her smile broadened and she took another drink.
 
Many types of friendships are formed during times of war. People are taken far away from their homes to fight in foreign countries. Sam & Sandy had formed a friendship which was close. They'd hadn't done anything sexual with each other, but Sandy was open for anything. She knew how secy Sam was and there were times she wondered what it would be like to be with her friend. Sandy wasn't sure if Sam would be open to having sex with another woman. The army frond on such things, but that didn't stop things like that from happening. Sandy decided that she'd see how far Sam would let her go. Sandy like Sam had gone to school, but she was in school to become a nurse. She graduated from nursing school and joined the army. Mostly because Sandy felt it was her duty to help out. Plus it would give her a chance to see some of the world before she settled down. In nursing school, Sandy had her first bi experience. It was at a party with another friend. Sandy found that she enjoyed both men & women.

Sandy moved a bit closer since Sam said nothing about where her hand was. She let her hand caress along Sam's calf and up onto her thigh. Sandy commented on how strong Sam's leg muscles were. She looked up at Sam watching closely as her hand continued to wander. Sandy had a wicked grin as she looked at her friend. An image of the last time Sandy saw Sam naked was playing in her mind. She remembered how trim & tight Sam's body had been. Sandy figured that Sam's time in the field would have only made her more fit & sexy. " I'll bet the guys enjoyed how tight your body was...........They must have fucked you silly. " Sandy's hand stroked over the naked skin of her friend's leg as she spoke.
 
Sam wasn't quite sure about what was happening. She liked how Sandy's hand felt on her leg; that she couldn't deny. But her only experience with another woman had been in the Fun House - at Madam Wu's, on the stage before... Sure she had smoked little dope and probably drunk a little too much whisky but she wasn't sure that letting herself get carried away with Sandy was a good idea. As she thought things through, she sipped at her drink, watching Sandy, feeling her hand, the hint of a smile around her mouth. Sam had grown up in the Richmond District of San Francisco. Her Dad had worked for a while at the VA Medical Centre there. Sam had been a stone's throw away from Ocean Beach and that had been where she had spent a good deal of her teenage years when she wasn't at School... on the beach, playing beach volleyball, playing around in the surf, and when she first went to college, a boyfriend - Tony Giordano in fact... the man who's death had ultimately brought her out her - Tony had spent two long summers trying to teach her how to surf. She had spent most of her life before John Hopkins in shorts or a swim suit. She knew her legs looked good. Baltimore had no beach and her tan had lessoned over the months she had been there but she did run when she could. They may be a little paler than she liked but there were still in good shape. When Sandy moved the conversation back to the guys fucking her, Sam made a decision.

"I didn't get any complaints." She sat up, hesitated for a moment and then pulled her legs slowly off of the bed.

"I think maybe we should call it a night.... before we do something that might get a little out of control." Before Sandy had a chance to say anything, there was a knock at the door. Both woman looked at it, then back at each other. Sam got up and walked over, pulling it open, a little surprised to find Tex standing there. He opened his mouth to say something and then stopped, his gaze suddenly shifting to look Sam up and down. He liked how she looked right then - still a little damp from the shower, then his gaze shifted again to somewhere over Sam's left shoulder. She looked around to find that Sandy had gotten up and had walked behind her to put her glass down on the cabinet at the far side of the room. Sandy turned and saw Tex. Tex couldn't help but smile a little more before he caught himself.

"Excuse the interruption doc... I mean Ma'am. Sergeant Kowalski sent me. The Lieutenant would like you to attend a briefing at 06.00 tomorrow Ma'am." Sam looked from Sandy to Tex and smiled. It didn't take much to realise what he was thinking and she could guess at what was going to be the topic of the conversation when he got back to the rest.

"That's fine Tex. Tell the Sergeant I'll be there... wouldn't miss it for the world." He nodded as Sandy came and eased passed Sam.

"I guess I'd better let you get some sleep then." She stood next to Sam for a moment, her right hand resting on Sam's left elbow, giving Tex a picture that his imagination would have great fun with. And Sandy knew exactly what she was doing. TUrning to Sam, she leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Let me know if you change you mind." Sam laughed, partly at the comment and partly as what Sandy was doing - playing up for Tex. "Good night Lieutenant." Sandy eased passed Tex and walked away. Tex looked at Sam.

"I didn't mean to interrupt Doc."

"You didn't. Something else I can do for you." She leaned a little against the door. He took a step closer and made no effort to hide as he looked her up and down.

"Plenty. But I don't have the time right now doc... Serg is expecting me back. Don't you worry though... the time will come soon enough." And with that he turned and disappeared following in Sandy's footsteps.
 
Sandy left Sam's place feeling a little disappointed that she didn't get her friend into bed. There was no way for Sandy to know that Sam had been with a woman before. The show Sam put on at Madame Wu's hadn't been talked about. The sex act with the two women would have pleased Sandy. It would have shown Sandy that Sam was very open sexually. Sandy would have been shocked to hear that Sam had sex with a dog. Still Sandy would have enjoyed that tail as well. Having sex with a dog would have really shown how big a slut Samantha was. Sandy vowed that she'd get her friend naked and make out with her. It didn't matter where, when or who else was there. She fuck Sam in front of the entire camp if it came to that. Sandy returned to her own hooch wondering if Sam had given Tex a quickie before he left. She just laughed and went to bed.

Tex left not long after Sandy did. The thoughts running trough his mind were pornographic. There was no doubt in his mind that Sam & Sandy had ether been having sex, or just got done having sex. Sam had said nothing that discounted what his eyes had seen. Tex returned to the area where 1st platoon was camped out. Motown, Cruz & Spade were gathered around a fire. He told his friends of the sights he had seen. It was hard for the men to decided that Samantha was having sex with another woman. It didn't surprise them since they knew Sam had the heart of a whore beating inside of her. But it was nice to know that Sam was open about her slutty side. The guys were already counting the money they'd be making off of her in their minds. A weekend at Madame Wu's would make them more money then they could make in a month in the army. During this same time, Morgan & Kowalski were planning on where they'd take Sam. There was a bar in Nha Trang where Sergeants & Chief Petty Officers hung out. They'd take their slutty Sammy there for some fun. Morgan & Kowalski weren't looking to make any money. They just wanted to share Sam's body and give her the chance to feel more like a common tramp.
 
Sam slept well, helped no doubt by the alcohol and the dope. She rose a little after 05.30; the air was still heavy… humid. She took a shower, dressed in green pants and t-shirt and her army issue boots. Once dressed, she headed out of the hooch and over to the makeshift command post. She took nothing with her; there was nothing to take. The reconstruction work on the camp was making some headway. No-one had started work yet today; Sam imagined that they were all just getting up and then they would be getting chow before they continued on their tasks from the previous day or were reassigned new ones.

When she arrived at the expansive tent, she walked straight in, sweeping aside the canvas ‘doorway’, and found six men inside. Two were enlisted men – PFCs – manning radios and transmitters. Kowalski was there. Morgan was there. Kern was there. The three of them were stood around two side of a table. On the third was Coleman. As she walked over, Coleman looked up and saw her and the other three men all turned to look where Coleman was looking. Sam suddenly became someone self-conscious.

“My apologies Sir. I didn’t realize I was late.” She walked over and stood at the fourth side of the table.

“You’re not Lieutenant. We just started without you. Most of this discussion is not something for you to worry about.” Coleman said. He probably didn’t mean it to sound quite as patronizing as it did, but Sam just smiled a little, and nodded politely. Coleman continued. “We were just discussing the security of the camp while we rebuild and in light of what’s happening up and down this damn country. I think probably the best place for you to be right now is the hospital. I can temporarily reassign you back to Captain Brady’s command until the Kern and his men are ready to relocate back out to a firebase.” Sam took a breath and looked around the faces all looking at her. It made sense she supposed although she couldn’t deny that her heart sank a little at the idea of her going back under Brady’s command. She said nothing though other than “Yes Sir.” With a final look around the four men, she turned and left the way she had come, exiting the tent and then heading over to the hospital.
 
Morning came, Sandy was feeling the night before, but this was nothing new. She was use to such feelings by now. Drinking, having wild sex and smoking pot had become the it thing to do out here. It was frowned upon by the brass, yet they still had their fun. The rules against such actions didn't stop those who faced death everyday. Sandy had learned to live with the after affects of a night's fun. She still regretted not getting Sam into bed last night. It was the only thing they didn't do last night. Like Sam, Sandy showered, dressed and headed for the hospital. The place was still full of patents from the tet attack. Most of the worse cases had been shipped out. Those who weren't to bad off were here. Sandy slipped into a chair behind a desk. She started looking over reports from the patents sent out. Sandy saw that those two soldiers Sam worked on at the airport in Nha Trang were expected to live. She knew that this news would make Sam feel good. Sandy wasn't expecting to see her friend until later that day. Normally they'd eat lunch together at the mess hall.

The Tet Offensive had been a military disaster for both the NVA & VC. Their troops had been beaten back. The VC was in disarray. All the gains made by the north had been lost in little more then a week. The leadership in Hanoi was despondent at the outcome of their offensive. Their first and most ambitious goal, producing a general uprising, had ended in a dismal failure. In total, approximately 85,000–100,000 communist troops had participated in the initial onslaught and in the follow-up phases. Although the offensive went badly for the north, the PR backlash against the United States was worse. For months the American people had been told that the war would soon be over. They heard week after week that the NVA & VC were in bad shape. The press jumped on this and the American people were shocked by the scenes they saw in tv. They had lost faith in the Johnson administration and the war in general. Even though General Westmoreland wanted more troops, his request would be turned down. The American public was turning against the war in huge numbers.
 
Sam walked into the hospital. Compared to the disarray outside, the hospital was relatively calm, it was cool… or cooler and it was a damn site cleaner. The staff had managed to put a degree of order back into the place that wasn’t quite matched on the outside. The bullet holes were still clearly visible in the walls behind the desk just inside the main doorway. Sam guessed that probably the hole in the back wall would still be there but expected that the room itself had simply been emptied out and closed down until the repair could be effected. She headed for the nurses desk and almost immediately saw Sandy sitting there, looking over the charts and noting the changes that had happened overnight. Sandy didn’t look up until Sam sat down in the chair next to her.

“Morning,” Sam smiled at Sandy as she looked around at her and sat back in her chair, clearly a little surprised by Sam’s arrival.

“Morning. What are you…”

“They don’t seem to have anything for me to do right now. So… I’ve been reassigned… temporarily apparently… back here. For all I know they might not let me back out but… looks like you have an extra pair of hands.”
 
Sandy was surprised to see Sam just plop right down in the chair next to the desk. Even after Sam said why she was here, it was hard for Sandy to believe it. Sandy showed Sam the reports on those two men she worked on at the airport. The report commented on the quick action of the field medic for saving these two soldiers. Sandy gave Sam a pat on the back and told her she'd done some great work out there under fire. Even though she tried, Sandy couldn't imagine what it was like to be under fire. Sure she had been in the hospital during the VC attack. But that was nothing when you face gun fire and death everyday in field. Sandy started going over details on what was happening now since the attack. She told Sam how three nurses cracked from the pressure and were sent home. " I guess being shot at was a little too much for some. " Sandy added knowing that Sam faced worse and was still there. It was then that Major Carol Hunt appeared from around a nearby corner. She just grinned after seeing Samantha sitting there. " You may have had fun shaking your ass for the boys and playing around with them Lieutenant!........But now that you're back here I expect you to work and not sit around on your ass waiting for the next hard cock to come by! " Major Hunt snapped out at Sam. " You can start by changing and clean all the bed pans!........We've got a lot men laying in the beds!.........You'll also find 15 more bed pans out back just waiting for you to clean them. " Major Hunt gave Sam a smirk before she left. " Major Cunt speaks. " Sandy whispered into Sam's ear as she leaned over. " Major Cunt " was the nickname the nurses called Major Hunt. It fit her in a number of ways.
 
Sam was pleased that the two soldiers from the airport were going to make it, or at least that's how it looked. She continued to look through the paperwork as Sandy explained what had happened and about the two nurses. Sam shrugged a little.

"I think a lot of people are going to finish up with those kinds of hidden injuries by the time we all get home. Nurses. Soldiers. All of are going to have scars.... Not all of them will be physical though."

"That's why we have to play hard when we get the chance." Sandy replied smiling. Before Sam could say anything, Major Hunt appeared. Both women stood up. In strict military terms neither could be said to have come to attention but it was close enough for Hunt to accept it without thinking anything was amiss. Instinctively Sam wanted to say that she had been doing something a little more than 'shaking her ass for the boys' but she knew that the Major was intentionally trying to rile her. And Sam wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Cleaning bedpans had long since been a chore which particularly annoyed Sam. Sure it wasn't the most glamourous of tasks and it wasn't something doctors did, but as Sam was frequently reminded in her early days, she wasn't a doctor. And so she smiled back at the Major and simply said "Yes Ma'am." When she had gone, she shook her head, still smiling.

"I guess something never change. See you later." She disappeared out into the sluice room, starting off with the fifteen which had been left there. She emptied and rinsed each one and then placed them in the steriliser, a medical autoclave that used steam to sterilize equipment and other objects. It took about 20 minutes for the autoclave to do its thing and so whilst that was running she found a trolley and headed into the wards to check for any others which needed collecting. The most seriously ill - typically those waiting for immediate evacuation she didn't need to see. Their fluids were being managed medically with the use of catheters. The post-op ward was also relatively quiet; soldiers recently out of surgery but not on the list for immediate transfer. The majority of soldiers in the hospital though were those who were not going home or who were not urgent transfers. They were conscious and predominantly pain free because of medication or because they were in recovery. It wasn't unusual for wards to be relatively noisy places; soldiers enjoying their time away from the front line despite their injuries. And soldiers enjoying the presence of plenty of nurses. Senior nurses like Hunt would try and keep them quiet but there were limits sometimes as to what she could do, depending on the mix of guys who happened to be in the ward together.

She checked post-op first and then moved to the first main ward. It was a little after breakfast and orderlies were still removing dishes. She pushed the trolley past one bed after another, checking with each man and checking their charts, familiarising herself with each one's condition. She was conscious of how the odd soldier smiled...looked her over. She was 'new meat' for these guys. Most of them were a little cautious initially, not sure whether she was going to be a hard-ass; no-one did anything she didn't expect. A few things dropped off beds meaning she had to bend over and she played along in full knowledge of the display she gave them. One soldier asked for a pan and then asked if she would 'lend him a hand'. She simply laughed the comment off and said that she thought he was able to manage on his own.

By the time she had gotten round and then made it back to the sluice room, the autoclave was one. She emptied it, stacked the clean pans and refilled it. As she headed out to go back to the desk, the main door banged open and a stretcher was brought in by four combat dressed soldiers. A badly injured man lay unconscious across it. One of the stretcher bearers was calling out loudly for help. As Sam moved towards them, Brady and Hunt appeared together with a nurse Sam didn't recognise. They got to the stretcher seconds before her. As she arrived, Brady was starting to cut through some plastic wrapped around the soldiers leg. Sam reached out her hand and grabbed hold of Brady's.

"Wait a minute! You can't do that, Captain."

"I have to see the wound, lieutenant. Let go of my hand."

"You'll kill him... And if you don't kill him you'll put him in agony. Can't you smell it?"

"Let go of my hand. You're the one who is going to risk..."

"It's a phosphorus burn. You take the plastic off and you'll expose it to oxygen. The grains of phosphorus will reignite and starting burning again."

"Lieutenant. This is my patient. Let me..."

Sam was loosing patience. She pushed at Brady's side to move him away. "Lieutenant. The medical decision is not yours. It's Captain Brady's." Sam threw a disgusted look at Hunt.

"Captain Brady doesn't have a clue, Major." Sam looked at the nurse. "I need a bath of water... An ultra violet light and some tweezers. Then burns dressings." The nurse had no idea what to do, looking wide eyed from Sam to Brady to Hunt. Hunt looked at the nurse. "You do what the doctor tells you and only what he tells you. Lieutenant Keller. Move away. Now."

"Why? So you two can mutilate..." Hunt looked around and saw an orderly nod instructed him to find n MP. Sam was stunned by their reaction. "Listen to me. Look at his pants. It's a burn. The smell of garlic tells you it's phosphorus. Phosphorus reacts with oxygen and ignites. Shut off the oxygen and it can't burn. You take that plastic off before the leg is under water and the crystals in his leg will ignite and they'll keep burning... Even through the bone..."

"Keller. Move away from this patient or I will have you arrested." As Brady spoke two MPs walked through the door. Sam looked t them, then back to Brady. "You're an idiot Captain. Men can die from as little as 15% burns." Brady looked at the MPs and nodded. They stepped forward, each one taking hold of one arm, aiming to lead Sam away. As she resisted they pulled harder. All the time Sam called out telling Brady and Hunt what they needed to do. What was going to happen. How they were assholes. Still shouting, she was pulled through the double doors and out of the hospital. As the doors closed behind her, she heard the soldier starting to scream in pain.

'You have to let me back in there. They're killing him. I swear I can keep that guy alive. I can save his leg. But they're going to kill him."
 
As Sam had predicted, the soldier did die. Brady went against Sam's advice and removed the plastic which covered the wound. The phosphorus ignited, the solider died from shock long before anything else could take his life. Captain Brady blamed Sam for getting in his way. He said that the soldier would have lived if Sam hadn't interfered. Sam was placed under arrest and taken to the stockade. The two MP's had their fun while searching Sam. They talked of how they could make Sam's stay a more comfortable one if she'd make them more comfortable. It was obvious what they wanted and they knew Sam had little choice but to play along. Sam was left alone, the MP's would return later when the time was right. Charges of disobeying orders from a superior officer were filed again Sam the same day. Secondary charges of causing the death of a soldier were also filed. Sam was hauled in front of Colonel Bates to explain her actions. It was here she was told about the charges and that she'd be facing a general court marshal. Sam was given the right to counsel. Speaking in her defense was the hottest military attorney in all of South East Asia. She was blonde, had curves in all he right places and she had brains. Her name was Captain Deborah Mason, her friends called her Debbie.

Debbie's father was a military man. Lieutenant General Franklin Mason of the United States Air Force. Her mother was one of the best criminal defense Attorneys in Los Angeles. Debbie combined the two careers into one, but she joined the army and not the air force. She grew up under the California sun. Debbie was a stunning woman standing 5'9 and weighting 145 lbs of all most pure muscle. She had learned to surf while still but a young girl. Debbie was hot not in just her looks. She had won all 12 cases she worked on while in Vietnam. Debbie walked into the interview room where Sam was waiting. No one had told Sam that another woman would be her defense. Nor had she been told that her defense looked like a model. Debbie greeted Sam as she laid her briefcase on the table. " I'm Captain Deborah Mason.......I'll be defending you. " Debbie said with a smile as she unlocked her case and opened it. She reached in and pulled out Sam's case file then sat down in a chair acrossed from Sam.
 
News of the soldier's death hit Sam hard. Soldiers die in war all the time, Sam knew that and she knew that sometimes soldiers were killed as a result of friendly fire. She also knew that sometimes in the heat of war, death could be prevented if people just had the time to think, to explore all the options, to consider the alternatives. Sometimes, that just wasn't possible. In a hospital though... in situations like this, there shouldn't have been an issue. There was no query on what was wrong with the soldier... Mitchell had been his name as Sam found out when the charges were laid against her. Sam had known exactly what was wrong and she had known how to treat it. There was no panic. There was no rush. The field medic had done exactly what he should have done and had starved the phosphorus of oxygen. Taking time and care would have fixed the man up. But Brady hadn't been interested. He hadn't known what was wrong. He hadn't recognized the signs. And he wasn't prepared to accept that Sam... nothing more than a nurse-too-big-for-her-boots... could know when he didn't. Sam knew she had been right. She knew what she had done... tried to do... had been the right thing. And where had it gotten her? Truth was though... Mitchell was the one who really suffered.

Sam was stood against the far wall, arms folded across her chest, watching the door as the Captain walked in. Sam wasn't altogether sure what this was. Interrogation? Was this the first stage of Army looking to prepare its case against her? Sam imagined that they wouldn't want to hang around. Justice was generally swift at the battle-front. Sam watched as the woman set her briefcase on the metal table. She noticed her uniform was immaculate; perfectly pressed, every crease in exactly the right spot. There were three or four coloured ribbons across the woman's left breast pocket but Sam guessed that they weren't combat ribbons. The woman's nails were also perfect. Properly manicured. Spotlessly clean. Sam didn't need to be told that the Captain was a lawyer; the only question at that point was whose? Even when the Captain told her and then sat down, Sam didn't say anything. She didn't move. Not for a minute or so. Both women looked at each other for a while.

"Are you going to sit down Lieutenant. We have a lot to get through." Mason pulled a buff-brown folder out of the case and placed it on the table before opening it and starting to scan over the pages. Sam watched her for a little longer and then took a deep breath.

"All due respect Ma'am, I don't need a lawyer defending me. I need a soldier. I need someone who is ready to believe that what I tried to do was right because they can imagine themselves or one of their men lying on that table and being unlucky enough to come across Brady." Mason looked up and stared at Sam, not entirely sure she was understanding. As far as Mason was concerned, it didn't matter whether she believed Sam... believed in what she did. All that matter was what she could prove in a court.

"Are you admitting the charges against you Lieutenant?"

"Did I cause Mitchell's death? Absolutely not and I have no doubt whatsoever that the medical evidence will show that. And its going to be so obvious that its not going to need a lawyer to establish it. If the medics that the Army contact are half way decent, they'll confirm my assessment in a heart beat and I can't see why the Army would pursue the secondary charges. Brady is just too stupid to realize that he was wrong. He genuinely believes he was was doing the right thing... because he's ignorant of basic medical care in a war zone. He doesn't get that this isn't Boston General." Sam paused for a moment. There was every possibility that she was about to end her military career. That probably wouldn't matter but there was the chance that a dishonourable discharge would mean that John Hopkins wouldn't take her back. She took another deep breath.

"Did I disobey the orders of a ... superior officer? Well that depends on how you define superior, but I did refuse to do what he told me. And I refused to do what the Major told me. They were wrong. And I'd refuse again... and again... and every damn time if I thought he was going to put someone's life in danger. It's bad enough that these guys have to go out there and deal with the enemy. But to get injured and then evac'd to a hospital and get what can only be described as incompetent medical care... that's a damned disgrace Ma'am. And I want a defence counsel who genuinely believes that... in his soul. So thanks... but under the UCMJ I think I have a right to choose my own counsel... And I want Lieutenant Kerns."

Truth was she would actually have preferred Kowalski or Morgan but no court martial was going to allow a NCO in as a defence counsel. So Kerns was the best she could come up with at that moment.
 
Debbie didn't understand why Sam wanted a combat officer instead of someone who knew military law. It made no sense to her. But if Sam wanted her career in both the military and civilian life to go down the tubes, Debbie couldn't stand in her way. " Alright Lieutenant........You do have the right to pick your defense counsel. " Debbie said as she repacked her briefcase and stood up. She wished Sam good luck and said for what it was worth. She wouldn't have taken this case if she didn't believe in Sam's innocents. Debbie left Sam alone in the interview room. The deck was stacked against Sam. She may not have been thinking clearly when she dismissed Debbie. Sandy had told Sam that Major Hunt had been sleeping with Colonel Bates. Major Hunt had backed Captain Brady when the charges were filed. A general court marshal would have worked in Sam's favor. She would have been in front of a Colonel, or General from outside Camp Baker. Colonel Bates would handle a field court marshal. Although he had made Sam a field medic, he was sleeping with one of those who brought charges against her. The news that Sam picked Kern would certainly come as a shock to him. Kern was a good combat commander. The men in 1st platoon trusted him, but Kern wasn't a lawyer. Kern knew nothing of medicine, nor was he trained in medical ways. As the news of Sam's choice spread, everyone wondered if Sam had lost her mind? Motown, Cruz, Tex & Spade along with Morgan & Kowalski felt they had seen the last of Sam. They believed she was innocent, but they knew about Bates & Hunt.
 
Sam smiled as Mason packed up her case.

"I'm sorry, but that you were prepared to defend because you believe in my innocence is kind of missing the point." She shook her head a little. "I'm not innocent of the first charge. And I need someone who is willing to defend my guilt... to justify it... to argue that it was the right thing to do even though it was the wrong thing... and that actually... to argue that what I did was in the best tradition of the US military. And no offence, but I don't think you can do that Ma'am."

Once Mason had gone, Sam was escorted back to her cell. She sat on the cot for the next couple of hours. The place was quiet... practically dead. Crime was obviously down at the moment. She sat, leaving against the wall, her knees drawn up and her arms resting on them. She replayed the events over and over in her heard. She imagined what Mitchell had gone through after she had left. She imagined what her Dad would say when he heard. And then she smiled to herself. She had no doubt that he would agree with everything she had done and he would have been more pissed at her had she done nothing and simply obeyed orders. Then she heard keys in the outside door, heard the lock clicking open and the door squealing on its hinges. She sat up. There was no-one else in the place so whoever was coming, was coming to see her. She eased herself off the bed and was standing just as Kern appeared on the other side of the bars.

"What the fuck are you doing? Have you lost your mind, Doc? Mason was a damn good lawyer by all accounts. What the hell made you kick her out in place of me."

"I think you'll make a better argument in front of Bates than she would. You understand it. You feel it. She doesn't. She'd argue the law. But I don't think the law is gonna help here. Bates needs to hear a soldier saying it."

"Saying what? You do know that Bates is screwing Hunt... Major Hunt... the co-signatory on your charges." Sam laughed out loud as she remembered what Sandy had told her.

"Do you think Bates knows that Hunt is also screwing Captain's Coleman and Brady and Sergeant Major Pressman." Kern seemed genuinely surprised to hear the list of names. But Sam continued. "Brady heeds to hear a soldier say that sometimes disobeying an order is the right thing to do."

"Let me get this right. You want me to argue that the most basic principle in the military... the basic chain of command... doesn't apply. I'm a career soldier Doc. My whole life has pretty much been based on the chain of command." Sam nodded. "I know. Tell me this though. If it had been Tex or Morgan or Kowalski on that table instead of Mitchell... if you knew... with absolute certainty... that I could save their life by disobeying an order... You would have been happy for me to step back... to let your man die... because I was ... only following orders. Does only following orders mean that I'm somehow not responsible for their death? Would you hold me responsible?"

Kern said nothing. Sam smiled a little. 'I'll tell you something else too. I took an oath... long before I joined Army. 'First, do no harm'. Army can't expect me to follow an order if to do so I have to violate a basic tenet of the Hippocratic Oath. Brady and Hunt forgot that and a man died. A man died and if either of them had taken one minute to listen... he wouldn't have. He wouldn't have died."

"You can't be sure."

"I can. I really. Sure something else might have killed Mitchell at some other time. But he would not have died that day from shock brought on by extreme phosphorous burns. Of that, I can be absolutely sure.." She paused for a moment. "Do you think Bates is a good man? A honourable soldier?" Kern hesitated for a moment, clearly thinking about the question asked and then he shrugged a little a nodded. 'Yeah. I got no reason to think otherwise. But who knows how he will react with Hunt..."

"Ask Bates to call in a doctor from any hospital he wants. As many doctors as he wants. If they tell him that I was wrong. If they tell him that Brady and Hunt were right in their medical assessment, then I'll plead guilty to both charges. I'll waive my right to a court martial; we can proceed straight to the penalty phase. He can sentence me to whatever time he wants at Levenworth. But... if they come back... if they tell him that my medical assessment was right... that Brady and Hunt were wrong... tell him I'll plead guilty to the first charge if... IF... he gives me a right of audience... a chance to explain. After that, I'll take whatever punishment he wants to impose. I don't care. What I do care about though is that if that medical assessment comes back in my favour, I want action taken against Brady. He cannot be allowed to continue working in that hospital. I think Hunt should be gone too but I'm not really that worried about her. Get rid of Brady and she'll have to start doing her job right." She stared at Kern who was struggling a little to take everything in.

"Will you just go to the Colonel with what I've said?"
 
As a military officer, Colonel Bates seemed to be okay. However, things are not always as they appear. Kern only knew Bates from working with him. There was no way Kern could make a judgement on Bates's character. Bates & Hunt were screwing each other. Whether Bates knew that Hunt was screwing other people was anyone's guess. Kern knew that such news may hold no weight with Bates. It was possible that it could piss Bates off. At this point, everything was up in the air. Sam's career in the military and civilian life was hanging by a thread. This isn't what Kern signed up for. The fact that Sam picked him over a trained attorney who was very capable of defending her, made Kern feel like the weight of the world had come down on him. Kern agreed to pass on what Sam had said, but he still felt that Captain Mason was the best hope for Sam. One of those trouble is coming feelings hit Kern in the back of his neck. Normally Kern didn't get this feeling at the base. It always came out in the field where the enemy was. Kern left Sam in her cell. He went to see Colonel Bates and passed on what Sam said. Bates said that was nice of Lieutenant Keller, but he would decide what was brought into this case and who. Bates had already been given a report by another base doctor who was a friend and bunk mate of Captain Brady. The report backed up Brady's view on what happened in the hospital. It said that Sam's interference caused Brady & Hunt not to think clearly. The report which was written by Doctor Waxford put the blame on Sam. He also pointed out Sam disruptive behavior in the past with both Brady & Hunt. Sam's military file was full of written reprimands by both Brady & Hunt.

Kern left Bates's office feeling that things were stacked against Sam. He soon found himself at the officer's club. Kern sat down at the bar looking very defeated. Soon a beautiful blonde came over and sat down beside him. She introduced herself as Captain Mason. The two started talk and it wasn't long before the subject of Sam came up. Kern said he didn't feel Sam would get a fair shake, not with Colonel Bates. He felt Bates had his mind made up about Sam and he doubted that Bates would call in anyone from the outside unless some kinda of pressure was brought against him. Debbie listened as Kern speak. She agreed that Bates shouldn't be judging Sam. She felt from the beginning that Sam would have a better shot in front of someone else. Some who doesn't have a dog in this fight. Debbie told Kern that a shark, a headhunting lawyer had been flown in from Saigon. This man would rip Sam apart in front of Bates. He'd bring up everything she had ever done wrong in her life. Point out how nonmilitary Sam really was. How she fought against her superiors at every turn. It wouldn't matter whether it was true or not. His job was to take Sam down and this man was good at that. Debbie pointed to an officer sitting by himself in the back of the room. " That's him over there......He's Captain Mark Winston McMahon the third........He makes a living from destroying good people like Sam. " Debbie looked at her watch then said she needed to get going. There was just enough time for Debbie to catch the last chopper to Saigon. Kern placed a hand over Debbie's and asked if she would stay and help. Debbie just smiled while shaking her head. She said that Sam didn't want her even though she believed in Sam. Debbie was able to argue Sam's case in the way Sam wanted, but for some reason Sam didn't want her. Sam seemed to think that a combat officer could win her case. Kern didn't see it that way and neither did Debbie. Still it was Sam's career she was playing with. Debbie said goodbye and left the club. Kern ordered a shot of whiskey and lit up a cigarette. It was hard enough to take care of 42 guys in the field. Now he had to save his medic from court marshal. Kern could only hope for the best at this point.

Long after Kern left Bates's office, the Colonel stayed there. He finished up his paperwork still thinking of Kern defending Samantha. Bates laughed each time he thought about it. Those rumors going around that Sam had lost her mind sure sounded true at this point. Bates was a good enough officer who followed military rules to a point. Like many over here, Bates wasn't beyond doing things that would help him out in someway. He saw a chance to make a deal with Sam, if she was still in her right mind that is. Bates was a career military man who saw action during World War II. He was in his mid 50's with graying hair and in great shape. Bates always liked looking at Samantha when she was on the base. She had a great looking body and a pretty face. Bates had always wanted to see more of Sam's hot little body. He decided to make Sam an offer which would save her career. Bates called the stockade and asked for Samantha to be brought to his office. The headquarters building was finished by now and at this time of night, only Bates was there.
 
Sam watched Kern leave and she slowly returned to the cot. Maybe asking Kern to defend her had been a mistake. He obviously wasn't happy. Maybe he really did think she should have just followed orders regardless of the outcome? Maybe he just didn't see her as part of his squad to the extent he was prepared to stand up for her? Maybe he was concerned about how it might damage his career? It was certainly true that no-one from the squad had been to see her. Was this them cutting her loose? Making sure they weren't tainted at all? She was only recently brought in after all and she wasn't really a proper member of the squad or the platoon. What did they care what happened; they just wrote her off and moved on.

She'd tell Kern tomorrow that he didn't need to bother doing anything. Tell him he could go back to the war and worry about looking after his men and his own career. She wasn't bitter or annoyed with him. A little upset maybe but she had simply presumed too much. She'd manage on her own and if they all lied to protect one of their own, so be it. She knew in her own mind she had done ...tried to do the right thing. It wasn't something borne out of arrogance but from knowledge and experience. But it was obvious that she was on her own here; her thinking obviously wasn't 'Army' enough. And if that meant Leavenworth and dishonourable discharge... Well he would just have to deal with that then. At least she'd be home. At least she would be away from the war.

At some point she must have drifted into sleep. The next thing she knew she was being woken up by an MP who said the Colonel wanted to see her. Sam pushed herself off the cot and smoothed down her clothes out of habit. This wasn't good. It was late. Dark outside. This wasn't good at all.
 
The guys of 1st platoon hadn't forgotten Sam, or everything she had done in the field. That was far from the truth. What was the truth, was that you just couldn't walk into the stockade and visit someone. It wasn't like a city, or county jail back home where family members and friends could visit during the weekends. To a man, they all felt for her. They all knew that Sam did what she thought was right. They knew she didn't make stuff up. Even now Morgan & Kowalski were making time on the current schedule so the guys who wanted to visit Sam could. The army runs on a schedule, it was possible Sam forgot that fact. Kern was happy to defend Sam against anyone. It was just that he had no legal background. Normally a commanding officer didn't defend someone at a court marshal. Sure it happened from time to time, but it wasn't normal. That's why the army had military lawyers. People who studied military law for a living. Kern was worried for Sam. He didn't want her in trouble and he certainly didn't want her out of his outfit. He hoped that she would see all of this was new to him. Serving as a combat officer was different from serving as someone's defense at a court marshal.

The MP's took Sam to the Colonel's office. Once there, they were told to wait outside. The two men left Sam alone standing in front of the large wooden desk which Bates was sitting behind. He leaned back into his chair once the soldiers were gone. His eyes looking Sam up and down. " You know Lieutenant........I've noticed you from afar many times.......You are even more beautiful up close. " Bates said as he pushed his chair back and stood up. He told Sam she could be at ease. Bates then started walking around the room. He walked over towards the window and looked out. He commented on how beautiful the night was and how it was a shame that Sam was locked up. Bates turned and slowly walked over to where Sam stood. " You know I have the power to drop all the charges against you. " Bates spoke softly as he reached out his right hand and placed it on Sam's right shoulder. " If you become friendly with me.........I would make sure those charges are dismissed.........And you wouldn't have to worry about Captain Brady or Major Hunt again.........I could make sure you get a nice job here in my office.........More pay and even a higher rank..........I could make all of this happen if we become closer. " While Bates spoke, his hand was stroking over Sam's shoulder. His fingers moved up and touched her neck. Soon Bates was standing just behind Sam. He leaned over and whispered that he could help her out in so many ways.
 
She walked into the room. It was lit by a single lamp on the desk. Bates was sat behind it. The MPs led her to the desk, one each side of her. And then at the Colonel's command, they both left, quietly, saying nothing. One gave a silent but nonetheless smart salute and then they both turned and walked away leaving Sam stood, pretty much at attention staring at a spot on the wall of the tent behind Bates' head. At this time of night... with no-one else there... this was definitely not good.

As Bates started talking she kept her gaze fixed on the shadow on the canvas but her mind started working overtime. Surely he wasn't going to do this. She move to ease with his permission. Surely he wasn't going to suggest... her gaze drifted to him as he began to push himself out of his chair. As he moved out from behind the desk though, she didn't watch him. Her gaze returned to the spot on the canvas. But she felt him approaching her... standing next to her right arm. He was offering her a walk. In return for sleeping with him he would make the whole thing go away. She shivered as she felt his breath on her neck for a moment. Slowly, she turned her head to look at him. For a long moment she said nothing.

"I'm not looking for a promotion Sir." she said in a soft voice, a little louder than a whisper. "And I'm not looking for an office job." She hesitated for a moment and swallowed hard. "I'm not asking you for any favours Sir.... and I'm... not... giving any. I just want you to do the right thing." She looked away again. "And as far as I am aware Colonel, adultery in the US Army is a crime under the Uniform Code of Military Justice. As you're a married man Sir, I'm sure you aren't suggesting what it sounds like.. SIR."
 
Bates wanted Sam in the worst way. He had seen her many times walking around the base. Bates admired how nice looking Sam's body and ass were. But it didn't take long for Bates to see Sam as Brady & Hunt saw her. A smart mouthed bitch who didn't know when she had a good thing. Pointing out the uniform code of military justice to Bates didn't do anything. He could care less about those rules. They weren't for officers anyway. Bates knew that 75 to 80% of the military personnel in Vietnam were breaking that rule. Bates just laughed at Sam's tough talk and that's all it was, just talk. He smiled at Sam for a moment. " You know most of the military personnel in this country aren't following that rule!........I'll bet you've fucked a few married men since coming over here Lieutenant!........That would make you just as guilty!........I could always haul in the men from 1st platoon and find out who you've been fucking! " Bates snapped out at Sam. " You do know it's against the uniform code of military justice for officers to engage in sexual affairs with enlisted men?........Right Lieutenant?......I'm sure you wouldn't want anything like that brought up at your court marshal........Any man who has had sex with you would be sent to the stockade........Stripped of their rank........Even a sergeant like Morgan would loose everything he's worked so hard to get.........I hear things Lieutenant.......And right now you're not in a position to argue. " Bates had shifted from snapping at Sam to speaking in a calm & clear voice. " You're not just playing with your own career while I'm heading up the court marshal.........You're playing with the careers of anyone who's taken pleasure with your body. " Bates said as smiled at Sam. His smile quickly faded as he told her to drop her pants and bend over his desk.
 
Actually Sam was pretty sure she hadn't slept with any married men whilst she was in 'Nam... In fact ever. She didn't exactly as the question first and there was always the chance that she'd made a mistake, but she wouldn't have been committing the offence there. She turned her head, opened her mouth, ready to tell Bates that very thing, but then he moved on to 1st platoon. That was an offence she had committed of course. Multiple times. What had he heard? Was that a bluff? Speculation and assumption? Did it matter? It was pretty clear that her own court martial was going to be a done deal. Expecting Bates to do the right thing was probably the first mistake she made in this whole affair. But she didn't need to take others down with her. Morgan and Kowalski had more to lose than the others but they would all pay a price. She wasn't going to expose them to that? The problem of course was that compliance with Bates' 'order' could be seen as an admission. She clenched her jaw tight, lifted her chin a little, her mind racing.

"You'd ruin careers for nothing... Based on nothing but rumour and innuendo and suspicion... Just to make a point. Just to fuck me?"

Bates took a step towards her, brought himself close to her, and raised his hand. He stroked his fingers softly down her cheek and along the line of her chin as she raised it a little more.

"I wouldnt be doing anything Lieutenant... Except my duty under the UCMJ which you seem so quick to quote. You'd be the one putting them through it... Potentially ruining careers. And even if the courts martial found nothing, it would still be on their records." He ran his fingers over her lips, smirking. Sam was sure he was bluffing. He knew nothing. But she had no doubt he would drag the men in here. She swallowed hard and her hands moved from the small of her back to the button on the front of her pants. Bates smiled. A smile which spread. He knew he was going to get what he wanted.

"Take your shirt off too." He stepped back a little giving her a bit more room. Once Sam had undone her pants, she took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt. Swallowing hard, she lifted it over her head.
 
There was no way Sam could knew whether Bates was bluffing or not. He had the power to drag all the men from 1st platoon in front of him. He could apply enough pressure until someone cracked. That's all it would take for Bates to have his proof. No one around the base really knew if Sam had fucked anyone from 1st platoon. But it was a rumor since she was a woman in a company of men. The rumor was started by Captain Brady & Major Hunt. While Sam was out in the field, they made sure that certain words were whispered into the Colonel's ear. Words like, "She's fucking those men" and "You know she's a whore." That was enough to make Bates who wanted Sam already to think about her even more. Bates never believed that he had a real shot at Sam. It wasn't until her troubles with Brady & Hunt that Bates saw his chance to get what he always wanted. Now Sam was stripping in front of him. With each artical of clothing she removed, her body became exposed to his eyes. He ordered her to strip fully and stand naked before him. Soon her boots came off followed by her socks, pants, top and t-shirt. It wasn't long before her bra & panties were off and on the floor.

Bates pulled a chair over and sat down in front of where Sam stood. " Get on your knees........I want you to suck my cock until it's good and hard.........Play with your pussy while you're doing that and make it wet..........I'm still willing to rule in your favor Lieutenant..........You give me what I want........And you'll get your freedom. " Bates undid his pants, then pulled them down along with his underwear. He exposed a nice sized cock which wasn't even fully hard yet. Bates wanted it to grow in Sam's mouth while she sucked on it. " You have my word as an officer that if you play nice.........Everything will end between you.....Brady and Hunt...........I'll call for your court marshal in the morning and by lunch you'll be a free woman with your rank in tact......All that for the price of your body. " Bates smiled as he watched the naked Samantha standing there.
 
What choice did she have? If it had been just her career ... If it were just about the court martial, she would have told Bates to go to hell. But it wasn't just her now. Bates was threatening others and she couldn't put them at risk too. As she took off the last of her clothes, she watched him moving the chair over and sitting down. She stared at him as he told her what she had to do...what he would do. 'His word as an officer' probably meant nothing and it was certainly nothing she was going to rely on. In all probability he was going to fuck her metaphorically as well as physically. But what choice did she have? She moved down onto her knees slowly, lowering herself in the space between his feet. Once on her knees she moved a little closer, sliding her left hand over his left thigh. Her right moved between her own legs and she leaned forward. Bates kept smiling.

"That's a good girl. No need to be stupid about these things. And it's not as if its something you don't enjoy is it?" His hand moved onto her head, stroking her hair as if he were petting a dog. "Built like you are I imagine you've spent a large part of your life on your back... Or your knees."

As Bates spoke, Sam gave her attention to his cock. Feeling it responding in her mouth and hand. For the most part she was quiet but periodically a soft short moan was audible in the still night. And occasionally Bates' own groans joined them.

"Major Hunt was right about you. She said your smart mouth needed to be put to use. I wonder what she'd say if she saw you now. But you've obviously spent a lot of time practising. Is that how you made it through medical school? ... No... I think you probably started sucking cock when you were still in High School. I bet you put out for every Jock who showed an interest. Is that right Lieutenant?" Sam just moaned softly. Maybe it was the actions of her own hand, maybe it was the cock in her mouth, but she could feel herself becoming increasingly turned on. She licked and sucked, savouring the taste of it.. The feel of it in her mouth.

"Yes. The Major was definitely right about you. You're quite the whore aren't you. I think there will definitely be some benefit to keeping you around Lieutenant, rather than sending that tight little ass to Levenworth...look at me Lieutenant. Let me see those eyes as you enjoy my cock." Sam looked up as Bates pulled her hair back off her face, holding it tight and pulling down onto her now quite large cock.
 
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