was interrupted.

"Dwight ... just Dwight is fihe marine said.

"Yes, certainly, Sir ..." he stopped when he reized a painful expression

in the Ameri's face.

"Uhm, Dwight it is o meet you," Lee smiled. "I am from Korea, but I

have been living in the USA since 15 years. Major O'Rourke told me you are

traveling to Korea very soon?"

"Uh ... yes but, you know Lee, this is a bad moment, I have a lot of things to

arrange. we meet, let's say tomorrow at 07:00 hours sharp?" Dwight

asked.

"Certainly S.., Dwight, but the Major said ..." Lee was trying to say.

"Thank you, for your uanding, " Dwight said and opehe door.

Lee looked as if he wao object. His dark eyes were suddenly pierg

into the Sergeant's blue eyes. Dwight narrowed his brows. There was

something about this guy. He wondered what his instincts wao tell him

when Lee had got up.

"See you tomorrow at 7 o'clock then," he smiled winningly, bowed again and

left.

"Uuuphhh.." Dwight snorted. He hit a button at his phone.

"Tommy?" he asked.

"Yes Sir?" he heard the voice of his secretary.

"Get me Chud Mike but fast!" Dwight ordered.

"Yes Sir, Lance Corporal Riley and Private Johnson asap," Tommy replied.

Chuck Riley was 6.2 ft tall and weighed 205 lbs. Vigorous gym training had

equipped the 26-year-old Lance Corporal with a gladiator's body. He was the

undisputed Wrestling Champion of the base. Like many rearines he had

his blond hair cut to a stubble at the bad sides and tapered very

closely on top with a runway in the middle going all the way to the back

like a horseshoe resembling a Mohawk.

The cocky muscle boy fucked a few chicks in toart of his work-out