Extra Special Forces
Copyright 1/7/12 by Raymond Daley
When we arrive on the front line no-one even knows the war has started. Forget Black Bag, we're so deeply covert even our Commanders don't know we're here yet.
The olive drab convoy of Scout Cars roll slowly down the main drag, I give them the eye and a ton of thigh. I'm sure the black stockings help no end.
"I'm Kitty." I purr, oozing sex out of every pore. That evokes dozens of catcalls, mostly all of them shouting "Meow!". Well, at least the straight ones are.
No doubt the gay and bisexual ones are keeping their opinions to themselves.
For the time being at least.