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Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato

by

MyMerryMen

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Chapter 3

"Tell me again. Why are w—"

"SANTOS!" Tank yelled with a strangled voice, temporarily losing his cool. "If you ask me one more time why in hell we are doing this, I swear I will break every single bone in your body!"

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the sophisticated hotel lobby just as the last ringing in Lester's ear from Tank's outburst died away. Quickly looking at each other, the two men anchored Bobby between them and before the doors could close, they dragged him into the lushness of the foyer.

"I can't have sex with her," Bobby mumbled dazed as he stumbled along. "I just can't. Help me."

Coming to a stop, Lester held his friend upright while Tank got into Bobby's face and growled menacingly. "Get a grip, soldier! You've been on countless missions. This is nothing else. Ranger counts on you. Failure is not an option."

Bobby swallowed hard and nodded all the while looking like he was close to tears.

Scanning the people milling around, Lester's eyes zeroed in on a small ample-bodied woman with short, wild, black curly hair who sat in one of the seating areas, watching the activities around her with curiosity. He recognized her immediately and the sight sent an apprehensive shiver down his spine.

"Target at one o' clock," he said quietly, grabbing Bobby's arm and pulling him towards her.

"Bobby, Tank, Lester!" the woman called out happily as soon as she saw them, her Australian accent thick and enticing. She straightened up and quickly walked toward them. "I'm so stoked to see you," she said and then laughed exuberantly. "I can't believe you are all mine for the night!"

Yep, that was her. Sixty plus years, five feet tall and about two hundred thirty pounds, all wrapped into an elegant ankle-length dress. Lester tried to smile, but wasn't sure he succeeded. Not that it mattered because before he realized what was happening the woman had pulled him into a fierce hug making him feel the softness of her body from head to toe. Eeeek! Once she released him, he staggered backward and watched relieved as Tank was pulled into a similar tight hug. Serves him right! If he'd been a little friendlier in the elevator, Lester might have come to his rescue, but since he'd been an ass and yelled at him, he was on his own now.

"Bobby? Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Lester focused back on the scene before him. Apparently it was Bobby's turn to be attacked, but instead of smothering him with another hug, the woman was cupping his face and looking at him with concern.

"You don't look good, my dear," she said softly as she caressed his cheek. "Tell me what's up with you."

Bobby's mouth opened, but before he could utter a word, Tank's hand clamped down over his lips.

"Just a case of nerves," Rangeman's second in command said politely while increasing the pressure on Bobby's mouth. "He's eager to spend the night with you and can't wait for it to start."

"Oh, don't worry, Sweetheart," the woman hugged Bobby gently and pressed a smacking kiss on his right cheek. "We will have a lot of fun. I'll make sure of that. When the sun rises, you'll be a happy man with a whole new bunch of experiences."

"By the way," she said with a big smile after she'd stepped back, "I'm Charlotte D'Orsay, but you can all call me Charlie. That's easier to scream once you are in ecstasy."

There was a soft, strangled groan, then Bobby's knees buckled and with a thud his butt hit the floor as the edges of his vision started to darken.

TBC...

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