The Sexual Assistant

Chapter 15

The next morning the C-5 touched down on a small airstrip in the early morning dawn light. Harris looked out of his window and saw a flag flying on top of the control tower.

"Hey, Buffy," he shouted. "Who's flag is that?"

Buffy bent down to try to get a look. She squinted for a few seconds and then responded, "We are in the land of the Saudis."

"Terrific," replied Harris.

The plane pulled up to an aircraft bay. To Harrison's relief, this time, the loading door on the C-5 opened. Several uniformed men boarded and took Buffy in her wheelchair and Harris with all the bags outside. As Harris walked across the concrete parking area, he looked around and exclaimed, "At least that's over."

The lieutenant in front of him turned around and replied, "Not yet." Then he pointed at a large helicopter with its engine running and the blades starting to turn.

"Aw, Crap," replied Harris as the journey continued.

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The Mountain had a pattern. Jade had calculated the design. He attacked each of the three young women, and then he turned his attention to her. She also noted that he never engaged in direct intercourse. It was always another opening into the body. This provided Jade with the information she needed to plan her next move.

This time, when The Mountain came into the room, Jade knew she was his intended victim. Before he got close, she said, "Oral or anal tonight?" with a smile.

The Mountain slapped Jade harder than he had ever hit her before. This confirmed Jade's estimation of his character. The Mountain had a crack in his armor. It was this crack that Jade would aim for the next time he came back.

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Harris was now staring out another aircraft window at an endless sea. The helicopter had been flying for a couple of hours, yet no destination seemed to appear. He yelled over the noise to Buffy.

"Hey, Colonel. Where are we?"

Buffy was looking out of her window. She turned towards Harris and shouted back, "Have you noticed we lost a lot of altitude about an hour ago and then made several course changes?"

"Kind of," reported back Harris.

"They are trying to evade somebody's radar network," she stated. "They don't want anyone to know where we are going."

"That's nice," replied Harris. "But where are we going?"

"Wherever it is, it will be our final destination," she said. "Maybe then they will tell us what we are supposed to do."

"It is always like this in your world?"

"In my former world, always," said Buffy without a smile.

For another hour, the helicopter droned. They dropped down to a touching distance of the sea below them, and there they stayed on a new heading. Finally, Buffy started pointing out her window. Harris leaned over for a look. Just off the left side of the helicopter and slightly ahead was an unusual looking ship. It looked like a cross between a modern freighter and an aircraft carrier. It was the U.S. Navy assault ship Iwo Jima.

Ten minutes later, Buffy was wheeled out onto the deck of the Iwo Jima. Harris followed. Luckily, some orderlies were carrying the bags for both of them. They crossed the flight deck and were ushered into the command center adjacent to the flight operations area. They were rushed into the command and control center. A vice-admiral was talking to three tactical officers. The man escorting Buffy and Harris signaled both of them to wait. He walked over to the vice-admiral and whispered in his ear. The vice admiral turned around and saw his visitors. He walked over to Buffy and Harris.