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Erotic Stories / Re: Achat Bar & Grill .
« on: August 06, 2012, 09:17:03 AM »
he sighs deeply as he walks over to the booth where he had placed his ruck sack upon entering the bar and un clasps the two straps holding down the top flap of the bag and pulls open the draw string and begins to pull items out of the bag ammunition revolvers tactical gear slowly the bag emptys as he makes his way down to the bottem where his extra clothes had been placed looking for another tan shirt to put on....
as he reaches the top of the clothes pile he shifts them around finding a tan shirt stored in a tight combat packing roll and pulls it from the bag seting it on the table befor repacking each item that was removed in the revers order of whitch it came out of the bag untill the box of ammo and the revolver were left placed on top for quick acces like it had always been he then looks down at the shirt he was wereing and sighs seeing the blood stain had spreed and he shakes his head "damn waist of another good shirt" he says befor takeing hold of the collar anf riping the shirt off he then looks at the cut on his sholder and shrugs befor riping the bloddy shirt into strips and quickly fastioning a make shift combat dressing out of them and tieing it tightly around his sholder and upper chest to make surte that it did not move untill the bleeding had stoped he then unrolles the fresh clean shirt and slowly pulls it on over his head streching the fabric out so that it would fit on him hopeing it would not rip befor he actualy got it fully pulled on
he then tucks the hem of the shirt into this pants and pulls the acu jacket on siping it up befor closeing up the bag and resecuring the clasps and walking to the bar picking up his boonie cap paying the bar tender and heading twards the door picking up his ruck with a slight grunt waveing back over his shoulder thanking every one for thier company befor opening the door and steping out into the night air and pulling the door closed behind him as he sets off for a place to sleep for the night
as he reaches the top of the clothes pile he shifts them around finding a tan shirt stored in a tight combat packing roll and pulls it from the bag seting it on the table befor repacking each item that was removed in the revers order of whitch it came out of the bag untill the box of ammo and the revolver were left placed on top for quick acces like it had always been he then looks down at the shirt he was wereing and sighs seeing the blood stain had spreed and he shakes his head "damn waist of another good shirt" he says befor takeing hold of the collar anf riping the shirt off he then looks at the cut on his sholder and shrugs befor riping the bloddy shirt into strips and quickly fastioning a make shift combat dressing out of them and tieing it tightly around his sholder and upper chest to make surte that it did not move untill the bleeding had stoped he then unrolles the fresh clean shirt and slowly pulls it on over his head streching the fabric out so that it would fit on him hopeing it would not rip befor he actualy got it fully pulled on
he then tucks the hem of the shirt into this pants and pulls the acu jacket on siping it up befor closeing up the bag and resecuring the clasps and walking to the bar picking up his boonie cap paying the bar tender and heading twards the door picking up his ruck with a slight grunt waveing back over his shoulder thanking every one for thier company befor opening the door and steping out into the night air and pulling the door closed behind him as he sets off for a place to sleep for the night