Your next door neighbor was surprisingly beautiful. It was almost a foot shorter than him complexion and slender. He wore a loose shirt and shorts widths. Her shapely legs were the same light tan and was barefoot. His figure was small, almost childlike. Almost. Her breasts looked small, but swelled in a decidedly feminine, though slight, the fabric of his cotton shirt.
At first glance, by the way they dress and clear, fresh beauty, Zac had thought she was a child, a teenager. But, up close, distinguished minor wrinkles in his face, with confidence and a wisdom that could not transmit any teenager. Despite his youthful appearance, Vanessa Hudgens that this possibly was about your age.
"The Navy SEALs," he explained, while his strange eyes look brown, are the special operations group of the elite U.S. military. We operate on land, sea and air.
"I understand," she said with a smile. What cute.
was something crooked smile that made her look a bit silly. Surely he knew that smile marred its perfect beauty, but this did not prevent a smile. In fact, Zac would bet that, silly or not, the smile was the favorite expression of that woman.
Still, her smile was hesitant, as if uncertain whether he deserved it. She was restless, but Zac did not know if it was for his injuries or his imposing stature. In any case, did not feel comfortable with him.
- "Cute" is a word that typically describe a special operations unit.
- "Special Ops" Nessa repeated. Something like the Green Berets or commands?
"Something like that," Zac said looking into her eyes. Only a body that is more sophisticated, harder and harder. SEALs are specialized in various fields. All are excellent shooters and demolitions experts on the ground and at sea, we can fly, drive or sail any airplane, jet, tank or vessel. And we are all experts in the use of advanced military technology.
"I get the impression that you are an expert at making war," the goofy smile of
Nessa had vanished, taking with it most of the heat of his eyes. A professional soldier.
Zac nodded.
"Yes, that is.
She did not like soldiers. That was the key. Was funny. Some women went crazy for the military. And others made it impossible to avoid them. That such
Vanessa Hudgens
clearly fell in the second category.
- do you do when there is war they fight? Do you begin one yourself?
His words were deliberately hostile. Zac felt twitched. I had to defend himself or his profession in front of that girl, very nice it was.
She had met many like her before. It was politically correct to be a pacifist, supporting demilitarization, defense cuts in defense spending ... no idea of \u200b\u200bthe global situation. Zac
had nothing against pacifists, actually. Truly believed in the power of negotiation and peace conferences. But he was governed by the old saying: walk quietly and carry a big stick. And the Navy SEALs were the biggest and the toughest club that could lead the United States.
As the war was being waged a colossal war against terrorism.
"I do not come with the roll-Zac turned away and walked to the door of his apartment building on the stick.
"Ah, my opinion is boring? - Nessa stood before him and cut him off. His green eyes flashed fire.
"What I need is another drink," said Zac. And urgently. So, if you do not mind away from my way ... Nessa
arms crossed and did not move.
"Sorry," he said. Recognize my question may have sounded a little hostile, but still do not think it's a roll. Zac
stared.
"I'm not in the mood to discuss," he said. If you feel like getting a drink, please. I'll find some glass. If you want to spend the night ... even better. Long ago I do not share the bed. But I have no intention of staying here arguing with you. Nessa
blushed, but looked down. Or away.
-Bullying is a powerful weapon, right? "He said. But do not know what to expect and will get you nowhere. I do not intimidate you, Lieutenant. Zac
stepped forward so that invaded their personal space and cornered her against the closed door.
- What now? He asked. Are you intimidated?
Nessa was not. He could see in his eyes. She was angry, however.
"How typical," she said. When psychological aggression does not work, always resort to the threat of physical violence, "she smiled sweetly. You're going to bluff, soldier. What will you do now?
Zac looked at his oval face. Had run out of ideas, but would never admit to it. Nessa was supposed to and would have fled. But he had not. Still there, looking angrily, with his nose about inches from hers
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