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Frank begins taking late night walks around the base and discovers his Commanding Officer is working in cahoots with local crimelord Luis Sanchez Anthony Carreon to ship illegal arms to Africa. I reached around her, took her nipples and twisted them until she moaned with pain and pleasure while she was still humping the slut's face. With the bank note coming due on Scott's bar which caters to disabled veterans and no way to pay it, Scott has to figure out something and do it quick. Go change your name! Erotic photography.

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COM - sweet busty downblouse 6 min Marusowaada - Zeus is kicked off the force and is set to go on trial for killing the two cops He complains to his Police Chief, defending his reputation as a crime fighter: Morrell begs Zeus to come back Zeus says, "How can I come back now? You broke my heart! Zeus finally relents and rescues a young girl and she is able to pick out one of the killers by his mug shot.

When the little girl is killed by the crime organization, Zeus gathers his Vietnam buddies together both of them to exact some vengeance, but first they need some strict military training to get into shape this sequence is a real howler, as Zeus and his comrades go through their training with a no-nonsense drill sargeant while having flashbacks of their time as P.

Once their training is done, Zeus and his two buddies go on an all-out assault on the crime organization's compound, armed with silencers, AKs and their own deadly hands. Zeus begins to kill all the bad guys one-by-one including one memorable death with a switchblade hidden in his sleeve until he meets the female head of the organization, who tries to seduce Zeus, but ends up dead by one of her own devices.

Director George Pan-Andreas, who speaks with such a thick Greek accent that he's hard to understand on several occasions, has surely made a lousy film, but it is so damned watchable and full of hilarious set pieces and quotable dialogue, you'll be glad you watched it. The Crime Killer! I could go on-and-on about all the visual and auditory nuggets this film has to offer, like when Zeus' wife says to him, "Is that all you care about, justice and uzo?

Though basically a vanity project for Pan-Andreas he's the only actor listed in the crazy opening credits , there's plenty of other stuff to laugh at, from the badly-staged martial arts fights Zeus screams like a little girl every time he gets hit , to the unbelievable action sequences check out the motorcycle stunt which results in one of the main bad guys getting a nasty tire burn on his face!

The film is very bloody in spots, including a nasty throat slashing the effects are surprisingly well done and wait until you get to the surreal ending involving Zeus and the President. I was laughing so hard I nearly pissed myself! This is cheese of the highest order and essential to every badfilm fan.

The General is not too cooperative with the international press, though and with good reason , so when nosy reporter Helen Brigitte Porsh notices that American William Corbett Richard Randall has arrived in-country secretly at the General's request, she cozies-up to him and becomes his lover, looking for the "big" story. William agrees to take her to visit the General at his country home after she and William are attacked leaving a casino, where Helen proves quite adept in the martial arts and we learn that the General has strange Macumba supernatural powers, like the ability to shoot electricity from his fingertips.

William and the General are business partners in an illegal drug cartel the General burned down all the drug farms not only to get the U. The General agrees to grant Helen an interview as a fav or to William, where he shows the extant of his powers by making a dwarf called Astaroth the late Nelson de la Rosa; THE RAT MAN - appear and disappear at will and applies some of his fingertip electrical skills on Helen's cranium I told you it gets stranger!

When William and Helen leave the General's home, their Jeep breaks down and they hop on a passing bus, only to have the bus attacked by some of the General's men. When a child on the bus is shot dead, Helen goes bonkers, grabs a machine gun and begins shooting back, killing several of the General's men.

William and Helen are then taken prisoner along with some Contra rebels and the General makes them all work in the mines as slaves at the dreaded "Gates of Paradise", a secret underground location where something unknown and evil is going on. This involves Contra women, including Myra, infiltrating the camp as prostitutes and, while the guards are getting their rocks off, David, William and the Contra fighters sneak in.

It doesn't go as planned. When Helen is taken prisoner and tortured by the General and Astaroth, William reveals that he is actually a U. Marine working undercover to bring down the General and leads the Contras on a raid of the General's compound to rescue Helen he fails miserably and stop the General's tyranny at least he's successful there. This Italian-made mixture of war action and supernatural shenanigans may be strange, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it is good.

Most of the war action footage here is cribbed from other Italian war films especially Umberto Lenzi's BRIDGE TO HELL [] and the supernatural elements are woefully underplayed, like they were an afterthought in Donald Russo's screenplay when the production ran short and they needed to put in something to increase the running time.

The appearance of diminutive Nelson de la Rosa as the general's magical sidekick is a treat but, he, too, is underutilized and and only appears in a couple of scenes. It's definitely not one of the Big Boot's shining moments. Never legitimately released on home video in the U. Not Rated , but there's not much in the way of blood or gore. The film opens with the freedom fighters attacking a Dutch military base lots of explosion and people on both sides getting riddled with bullets , only to have the Dutch capture the leader of the freedom fighters, who bites his own tongue off when he is questioned and gets shot for not cooperating.

The Captain of the Dutch military base wants to question the villagers as to where the freedom fighters, known as the Daredevil Commandos, are hiding and kill all those who won't assist them, but the Captain's second-in-command temporarily talks the Captain out of it, because the eyes of the world are on Indonesia and a mass slaughter of innocent people would not be in the best interest for the Dutch.

Morale is also at an all-time low Sgt. Hassim kicks the shit out of one of his comrades when the man threatens to report another soldier getting cozy with a female nurse , so when Sgt.

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Hassim is offered a mission to investigate a burned-out village, he grabs the rest of his team to investigate.

It turns out to be a trap set-up by the Dutch and that crazy Dutch Captain. Low on ammunition, the Daredevil Commandos nevertheless win the battle using sheer brute strength One of the Daredevils is killed, though , which severely pisses-off the Dutch Captain, who steps-up the brutality World view be damned! Hassim's Daredevils, witnessed his sister and mother being raped by the Dutch when he was younger and these newer instances are waking-up long-suppressed memories.

The Dutch are aware that the freedom fighters are running low on weapons, ammunition and food, so they plan on one final big-scale attack to wipe them off the face of the Earth. What the Dutch didn't count on is the resiliency of the Indonesian people, as the Daredevil Commandos plan to strike the Dutch where it will hurt them the worst: At their huge compound where the Dutch store a large cache of weapons, ammunition and food.

It seems the only way to truly surprise the Dutch at the compound is to climb down a huge vertical cliff, so Sgt. Hassim and his men train hard for the mission. Will this be the mission that will finally make the Dutch exit Indonesia for good? The direction, by E. Bakker who has no other film credits that I can find and may be a pseudonym , is rather flat and uninvolving, and he seems more interested in patriotic speeches rather than action through the first two-thirds of the film at one point, just before a battle, the Daredevil Commandos break out into a patriotic song that begins with "Indonesia, you are my country When the final battle does come at the Dutch compound but not before more singing and prayers , it turns into a pretty bloody and stunt-filled extravaganza, with plenty of explosions, gunfights and bullet squibs, but it still pales in comparison to most Indonesian actioners because it doesn't contain a single "What The Fuck?!?

Even the climatic rock avalanche is filmed for minimal impact. A rare loser from Producer Gope T. Samtani and Rapi Films. Dusart, V. Alexander and Gino Makasutji. Never legitimately available on home video in the U. The film opens with a man in a big black hat, black gloves a staple of giallo films and carrying a cane with a spring-loaded blade killing a man in Genoa, Italy, one of his thugs finding a key taped to his torso.

Cobra jumps at the chance since Kadinsky was the person who got him fired. Cobra hasn't seen his son in quite a while, ever since his wife was murdered. Brenda and Cobra start a love affair, but can she be trusted? We soon find out that Kadinsky is the man in the black hat and gloves and he knows Cobra's every move, killing anyone who could give information to Cobra and attempting several times to take Cobra's life, all unsuccessful.

The biggest problem Cobra runs up against is that everyone he talks to is deathly afraid to talk about Kadinsky. When Papasian tells Cobra that Kadinsky is dead, we must figure out if he really is. Let me talk about this film's bad points: The action is lazily staged, the violence too restrained for its own good in the film's defense, the print I viewed may have been edited and the dialogue laughable, but not in a funny way.

The usually dependable Franco Nero looks to be sleepwalking through his role as Cobra. His "trademark" in this film is spitting out his gum or sticking it in unusual places, like a thug's forehead. It is supposed to be funny, but it comes off as forced Nero's mouth is always moving, even when he doesn't talk! It's also obvious that Nero used a stuntman for some of his more strenuous scenes, including jumping and climbing from building-to-building another "trademark" and a long fight scene in an alleyway.

Even when Cobra's son Tim is killed, run over on orders by Goldsmith, the film rings hollow. We see Cobra crying, as he has memories of the good times he and Tim had including an uncomfortable game of two-man baseball where it is apparent Nero didn't know how to swing a bat at a ball. In the very next scene, it looks as if he has gotten over it.

Director Enzo G. Castellari has certainly done much better, including the post-apocalypse films For crying out loud, even the stunningly gorgeous Sybil Danning doesn't bother to offer up any naked flesh! Here are some of the few positive points: When Lola gets into a fight with Cobra in an empty disco she uses martial arts moves to kick the crap out of him!

Their fight is made to look like they are dancing on the disco floor, making it the film's most inventive scene. Still, it's a cheat on the audience since Licinia Lentini is actually a woman and an obvious double was used when unmasking her false femininity. There are also a couple of deaths that are memorable.

Cobra shoots a drum of gasoline, sending the assassin high into the air. Unfortunately, both deaths are bloodless. It looks to be edited in some scenes, the most notable edits come during Tim's death Italian crime films have no problem showing children getting killed and the finale, when Cobra enters Goldsmith's office and point his gun at him, accusing Jack of ordering his son's death we even get a peek at the boy's killing in Cobra's mind, images that were missing from the film at the time of the Tim's death.

We hear the gun go off and then there is a jump edit where Cobra enters an elevator. Also look for Castellari's daughter, Stefania Girolami Goodwin, as Papasian's secretary and Castellari himself as one of the thugs in the warehouse shootout. All in all, this is a very minor film in a genre of Italian movies that are usually violent and exciting.

Also starring Massimo Vanni a. The lyrics to the film's title tune which sounds like it was sung by a drunk Italian! Nobody tells me what to do! There are far more entertaining Italian crime films out there. Not Rated , but no nudity and very little blood. The only problem is, sadistic crooks Al John Morghen and Kurt Vincent Conte have caught on to their scam and they kill Harry by drowning him in a bathtub before he is able to tell them where he has hidden the money.

Phoenix cop George Ryan Bo Svenson is called to the scene of the crime and catches Al and Kurt ransacking the place, which leads to a pretty good car chase lots of crashes and stunts and a shootout on the rooftop of a building, where George gets shot several times in the chest. Luckily, he was weraring a bulletproof vest. George and Lou's investigation leads them to Las Vegas, where they learn of Kathy's involvement in the casino scam.

When George gets too close to the truth, Al and Kurt ambush him on a lonely desert road, causing him to crash his car, but Lou rescues him with his helicopter and chase the bad guys again. Al and Kurt manage to give them the slip again and kill George's girlfriend Nancy Karen De Witt after they make her give George false information she sends him to a gay bar!

The bad guys then kidnap Kathy and take her away in a helicopter, where she takes them to an abandoned ranch where the money is hidden. George and Lou are in hot pursuit and the finale finds the bad guys getting killed, then George and Lou head to Vegas and get rich on the slot machines using the deceased Harry's computer gizmos.

Sometimes crime does pay. This Italian production, filmed on location in Las Vegas, Nevada and Phoenix, Arizona is a pretty good comedy action film and Bo Svenson and Fred Williamson look like they are having a ball, even if some of the dialogue is clunky. The gay bar scene doesn't make an ounce of sense, but it sure is funny.

He kills people showing no emotion, killing George's girlfriend by putting two bullets point-blank into her head and shooting Kathy in the back in the film's finale, never breaking his blank stare. The only aspect of this film that seems dated is the early 80's computer imagery and a serious faux paus that happens over the opening credits when Harry sticks an RJ11 plug into an RJ45 jack , not to mention some ridiculous, totally made-up computer jargon that Svenson has to try to say convincingly with a straight face he doesn't succeed.

They first appeared together in director Enzo. Set during the Vietnam era, the story revolves around a young black man an excellent Larenz Tate and his struggles to find a way to support his pregnant girlfriend after graduating high school. He joins the Marines because he wants to fight for his country, but he soon learns that the war is not the place to escape reality. After completing his tour of duty, he returns home to the Bronx.

Unable to find a good job, he and his buddies plan an armored car robbery, hoping to collect a few hundred thousand dollars of old untraceable money that the government plans to burn. But things go terribly wrong. This may sound like a generic plot, but the Hughes Brothers pull it off with a sense of flair and urgency. In this film it is downright brutal.

During the war scenes, heads are chopped off, a soldier has his stomach slit open and his dismembered penis shoved in his mouth and, in one unbelievable scene, a soldier steps on a land mine and is blown to bits. It is masterful. The violence at home is no less gruesome. People are shot in the head, crushed by moving cars and riddled with bullets.

Even though it is gory, the violence is not the driving force behind this film. The story is filled with interesting characters and, for once, white people are not portrayed as raving bigots. This took guts from a black filmmaking team. DEATH BLOW - Here's your chance to see champion heavyweight boxer Duane Bobick in his only starring role and after watching his performance, you will know why his acting career was much shorter than his boxing career as a professional boxer from to , Bobick had a record of 48 wins and 4 losses; 42 of those wins by knockout.

This South Africa-lensed boxing actioner stars Bobick as Billyboy Lamont, a burly dock worker and university student who wants to be a professional boxer like his father, Don screenwriter Willie Von Rensburg , but dear old Pop discourages him from doing so, telling him, "This, my boy, is what fifteen years of fighting and being champ has got me: Ten acres of lousy, bloody ground, an old house, a few animals, that's all.

There's a new champ, Billy, and he belongs to another family. Terry has a diminutive brother named Mike Dawie Malan , who is estranged from mother Josephine, probably due to her hands-on approach to managing Terry's career even though Mike is officially Terry's manager and her indifferent treatment of him.

Billyboy secretly practices boxing in a gym away from his father's prying eyes Pop would rather Billyboy "hit the books" and make something out of his life and has become quite good at it Bobick looks at least 15 years too old to be portraying a guy supposedly college age. When Pop catches Billyboy at the gym instead of studying at the university, he decides to teach him a lesson and challenges Billyboy to a boxing match in the ring.

Billyboy doesn't want to do it, but when his father hits him in the face and body with a few good shots, he retaliates with one hard punch, sending Pop flying across the ring and paralyzing him for life. When Josephine reads the story in the paper she holds some as-yet unknown grudge against Billyboy's father , she tells Terry that maybe someday he will do the same thing to Billyboy in the ring.

Meanwhile, the short-statured Mike catches the eye of barmaid Janet Barbara Salberg at a disco and accidentally gets her fired from her job. He feels so bad about it that he promises to get her a better job, but she doesn't believe him. Mike gets Janet a job as a maid at the Bendell household, but Josephine tells him to keep his hands off of her now that she is the hired help.

We also learn that Terry is actually the son of Billyboy's father, but he left Josephine alone and pregnant to marry Martha Trix Pienaar , who gave birth to Billyboy nine month later. Josephine has been holding that grudge for many, many years and after marrying a millionaire and giving birth to the dwarf-like Mike did I mention she despises him and treats him like shit?

Terry has grown up to be a first class lout and ends up screwing Janet even though he knows that Mike has feelings for her When Josephine tells Terry that Janet is "beneath him", he replies coldly, "I know. But she's handy. Billyboy decides to become a professional boxer, even though his father may have permanently damaged Billyboy's kidneys during their fight Billyboy can't take a leak without pissing blood.

He fights a series of boxers and works his way up the ranks until, yes, you guessed it, he becomes the number one contender against Terry. Which one of these "brothers from different mothers" will turn out to be champ? Boxing may be an art form, but so is acting. Duane Bobick couldn't be more wooden if you stuffed him full of cedar chips and his stabs at emoting is pitiful and not in a "so bad, it's hilarious" way.

When his girlfriend, Velma Kim Braden , is raped by Terry she is sexually assaulted fully clothed by Terry in a gym ring while intercut with one of Billyboy's bouts , his reaction is worse than no reaction at all. It is like he just picked up a carton of eggs at the store and found one of them broken!

The fault is not all Bobick's, as the acting is generally poor across the board Tullio Moneta as Terry is really, really bad and the only person here who generates any sympathy is Dawie Malan as Mike, but that's mainly because he is small and abused by everyone When Janet commits suicide, Terry laughs in Mike's face, not exactly the reaction Mike was expecting!

There is some bloody violence on view, but most of it is outside the ring nearly all the boxing matches are economically filmed and lack the "oomph" we've come to expect after the commercial success of ROCKY [], which this film so clearly tries to emulate.

There's a gunshot to the head, Velma's rape, a dockside fight and a couple of other incidents, but nothing to make you stand up and take notice. It's poorly acted, written and suffers from some bad continuity problems. It has plenty of flesh but very little nudity. The few action scenes are haphazardly staged and shot. Yet, for some reason I still haven't put my finger on it , it is highly compelling.

Anna belongs to the evil Mr. Caine Anthony Caruso , a white slave trader. Frank cleans her up and promises to marry her after his next and last six month stint at sea. He plans on buying an avacado farm! While Frank is out at sea, Mr. Caine kidnaps Anna, rehooks her on drugs and makes her re-establish herself as a whore.

When Frank returns to land and cannot locate Anna, he enlists the aide of his seaman buddy Chris Mitchum and a prostitute Lisa Loring to help him track her down. When they finally locate Anna, she is walking the streets, strung-out and looking for Johns she offers to take Frank and Chris on for fifty bucks! She finally recognizes Frank and runs away, only to be purposely be hit by a truck by one of Caine's goons.

In a cop-out ending, all the good guys have a happy ending. Monson also turns in this flick's best performance as Harold, the openly gay desk clerk of one of Caine's whore motels. He is constantly getting roughed up by Frank and the goons. Monson even dresses in women's clothing and has a crying jag in one of the film's key scenes.

Filmed in Ceylon now known as Sri Lanka , this Eurospy flick has some excellent travelogue footage it's not stock footage, as the actors are put in the middle of the action, giving it an air of realism and it is also an early example of showing karate in use and not as a gimmick. The bad guys in this film are a criminal organization known as "The Golden Cats".

Rogers Paul Eeckmann , witnesses the kidnapping and gives chase in his sporty convertible. Apparently, King's vehicle is capable of spitting out grenades it's confusing , as an explosion goes off in front of Mr. Rogers convertible and it overturns. He soon finds out that it's a not-so-nice day in the neighborhood, as Mr.

Rogers grabs a sword he keeps in the back of his car! King wins, dealing Mr. Rogers a karate death blow to his temple, while Babs escapes out of the car by pinning a local goon's arm in the window of the car's door. King and his thugs leave empty-handed when the police show up, Babs telling them what has just happened. Luckily, there's a law-abiding karate expert in Ceylon to combat the bad guys.

Yes, it's Capt. Tom gives a skeptical audience a demonstration of the power of karate, by hitting a solid cube of metal and leaving his fistprint in it! Jo sneaks up on Tom in his hotel room and with one punch, Tom sends him flying across the room and through the door of the adjoining hotel room, which is occupied by Babs, who is in the middle of changing her clothes.

While Jo is on the floor admiring Babs' form, he notices a small tape recorder hidden under one of her tables she's being bugged. Jo removes the tape recorder and Tom tells Babs that he needs to talk to her about Mr. Rogers' death. When Jo goes to his hotel room, he finds Michele waiting for him. It turns out she's the assistant manager of the hotel and she asks Jo whether he takes a bath or a shower it's a shower.

Knowing that is a strange question to ask a stranger, Jo immediately knows something is up and he's right. His bathtub is full of flesh-dissolving acid and when he goes to the bathroom, he hears someone sneaking into his room. Jo moans out loud, as if the acid is dissolving his body. The thug enters the bathroom to see the results and a short scuffle ensues, resulting in Jo throwing the thug in the bathtub.

Inspector DaSilva A. Jayaratna arrives at Jo's room and, after seeing the thug's dissolved corpse, tells Jo that the Golden Cats usually dump their victims' bodies in the sewer and this isn't the first time he has seen an acid-washed corpse unfortunately, we never get to see the body.

Kalatunga , are at the hotel bar, keeping a close eye on Jo and Tom. They think Jo was killed in the shower and are surprised to see him with the Inspector and Babs in the hotel lounge, so they must think of another way to kill him. Michele sneaks into Nitro's hotel room and tries to do something to his phone, but Nitro enters unexpectedly, forcing Michele to hide.

She overhears Nitro telling King that he plans on blowing up Jo with some nitroglycerine They don't call him Nitro for nothing! King walks down to the lounge, placing a small bottle of nitroglycerine on a table next to Jo, Tom, Babs and the Inspector. Babs recognises King, but she tells the Inspector that he seems familiar, but she can't place the face Really?

C'mon now! Meanwhile, Nitro catches Michele in his room and ties her up, while he is on the terrace, pointing a sniper rifle at the small bottle on the table. Tom sees a reflection in the sun of the scope of the sniper rifle and begins firing his pistol in Nitro's direction, causing him to miss the bottle. Jo hands Tom the bottle and he throws it into the ocean, where it explodes.

This leads to a pretty good rooftop chase between Tom and King, both of them using a palm tree to reverse pole vault to the ground! King escapes but Sunny is captured. He then escapes by jumping off a bridge on to a moving train, the Inspector, Jo and Tom giving chase in Jeeps.

The Inspector proves what a crack shot he is by shooting Sunny in the head, while his Jeep speeds over tough beach terrain. Philip Dawson tells Jo and Tom that Sunny was a member of the Golden Cats, but Jo and Tom are suspicious of the Inspector, because he excused himself just before Nitro fired his sniper rifle and they both think he acted a little too quick on the draw when he shot Sunny in the head.

Jo goes for a swim in the ocean, but first, Tom gives him a cigarette with a load in it Because Jo always complains when Tom asks him for a cigarette. In this series, they always play practical jokes on each other. Jo knows something is up and gives the cigarette to the Inspector's assistant, Khamar Joe Abey , who lights the cigarette and it explodes in his face Khamar tells Tom that he should arrest Jo for attempted murder!

Jo meets a bikini-clad Babs on the beach and she slaps Jo's face when she thinks he is getting fresh with him, but it's a crab walking across her bosom! It's not long before Babs starts making googly eyes at Jo because, well, he's irresistable. A little later, Khamar gives them a tip, so Tom and Jo take jitneys through the streets of Ceylon to talk to a female photographer who may have taken photos key to their investigation.

When they get to her house, they find her dead in her bed, a apparent victim of a poisoning. In her hand is a small golden cat statue, the criminal organization's calling card. They find her young son is in the house looking for something to eat.

He walks up to Jo and Tom and says, "Why doesn't Mama get up? Michele then appears at the house, telling the crime-fighting duo that the photographer was her brother's wife and her best friend, also telling them that the Golden Cats killed her sister. She gives them some important information about the Golden Cats, which leads Jo and Tom to an all-female karate school, where the Inspector is hiding Babs so she'll be "safe".

For reasons still not clear to me, the perpetually drunk Philip Dawson is in Bombay, India to pay the Golden Cats a million dollars. Dawson picks up the money at a small airport, where King has a cobra bite and kill Dawson's taxi driver and he pretends to be his driver. It turns out that Dawson stole the money under false pretenses What they are is beyond me and plans on keeping it all for himself.

While he is in the back seat of the taxi fondling the money between his fingers, King gasses and kills him, dumping his dead body off a bridge to the river below. Jo and Tom learn of Dawson's treachery and try to stop him, not knowing that he is already dead. Jo figures out what is going on Damned if I know how! If it seems Babs is not in the film as much as she should be, it's because actress Ann Smyrner caught a serious case of blood poisoning in Ceylon and had to be hospitalized hile the majority of the film was being shot, forcing some major rewrites to the script.

That may be why this film is so confusing. There's is a lot of talk about a "Mr. Farrow", but we never see him, only hearing his voice over the phone. He has a lot to do with the Golden Cats, but since we never see him, his role in the plot seems moot. Still, both Tony Kendall and Brad Harris have an easy-going chemistry that carries the film and Harris has a standout karate fight with fellow bodybuilder and peplum star Dan Vadis, which is the highlight of the film.

It may not make much sense but, like the other entries in the series, it is breezy entertainment of the first degree, so check your brain at the door and enjoy! Remember them? Never legitimately available on VHS in the U. I saw this film on Retromedia's free streaming site, Retromedia TV.

Just like their DVD, the print is in fullscreen, but watchable. Also starring Werner Hauff who produced this series as "Theo M. After a treacherous trek through the jungle, Karamat and his prisoners finally arrive at his fortress, which is heavily fortified with men with guns and a series of maze-like caves.

The government deems an air attack or a full-on ground assault too dangerous, so they reform the Death Raiders, a small group of Black Ops. So begins this enjoyable sometimes for the wrong reasons action film from the Philippines, as Captain Barone rounds-up all the ex- members of his squad; from a disco with the prerequisite bar fight , a police hostage situation with the prerequisite attempted rape scene and helping an alcoholic member free his girlfriend from a mafia whorehouse.

Meanwhile, Karamat's son, who disagrees with his father's political views, unsuccessfully tries to lead the prisoners to freedom. When Karamat catches him, he ties him up in the middle of town and beats the stuffing oput of him with his bare hands in front of all the citizens. This does not sit too well with Karamat's wife, who secretly plans a revolution with a sympathetic rebel in town.

After Captain Barone and his men train to get into shape, they set out on their mission to Karamat's stronghold. They make it to the cave where the Governor and his daughters are being held and they get an unexpected hand from Karamat's wife and son.

From then on, the group try to make it through the jungle to safety, before the Army does a full air and ground attack on the compound. Members will be lost on the way as Captain Barone and his men must fight an inexhaustable supply of Karamat's soldiers, even as some of Barone's men return to Karamat's compound to rescue innocent women and children.

Directed and co-written with a lot of intentional humor check out the disco and whorehouse scenes by Segundo Ramos SUICIDE FORCE - , this film has a lot going for it especially the early martial arts fights, including an inventive, almost comic book-like, use of a spinning bar stool , but stops dead in it's tracks every time it goes back to the Karamat father-son conflict.

As with most Filipino action films, this one contains more than a few scenes of attempted rape but, surprisingly, no nudity , including a comical scene where a bunch of Karamat's soldiers fight each other in the middle of a lake as they try to rape one of the Governor's daughters.

While most of the action in the latter-half of the film is basically gunfights and explosions, the film has a kinetic energy that's infectious and fun to watch. I was taken aback by the abrupt ending, but that's a small complaint to an otherwise highly watchable film and, at 80 minutes, it doesn't overstay it's welcome.

One day, he gets a call from Elaine Debbie Brooks , the wife of one of his soldier buddies, telling him that her husband, Marty, died in a car crash and she doesn't think it was an accident, so Deacon heads to the town of King's Ransom to investigate. Once in town, Deacon meets pretty gas station owner Audrey future director Katt Shea and immediately runs in to Sheriff Clay Marsh Kaz Garas , who warns Deacon that this town doesn't tolerate strangers.

Elaine tells Deacon that the town has been taken over by a group of dastardly marijuana farmers and their leader, John Carey Crofton Hardester , is not above murder to protect his crop. She believes Carey is responsible for Marty's death. Deacon begins asking questions around town, but finds everyone afraid to talk. While out on a date with Audrey, Carey and his men force Deacon's car off the road and beat the shit out of him Casey also has the hots for Audrey.

When Deacon doesn't take the hint to leave town, a couple of Carey's men firebomb Elaine's house, killing her she burns to death in her bed , which results in Deacon chasing the two goons in his car. Deacon's car flips over and explodes, so Carey thinks Deacon is dead and his problems are over. In reality, Deacon escaped the explosion and he's about to make Carey's life miserable. Audrey puts them up in a secret cabin in the woods, as Deacon and his squad systematically begin to kill Carey's men and destroy the pot crop.

As more of his men end up missing, Carey's men capture Bartlett, hold him in a cell at the Sheriff's office and beat the crap out of him, but Deacon and his men pull a midnight rescue and save Bartlett. Carey kidnaps Audrey and blows up her gas station and uses her as bait. The finale finds Deacon, his men and Sheriff Marsh who finally comes to his senses battling Carey and his gang while trying save Audrey and blowing up a dam to flood the pot crop.

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When Peter refuses, the goons beat him, tie him up, shoot and kill his young and naked son, gang-rape his wife and then shoot and kill both of them, too, before setting fire to their home. The entire atrocity was witnessed by a young girl, who leaves town and doesn't return until years later, the faces of all of Peter's murderers etched into her memory.

Innocent farmers and their families are still being murdered and their land being purchased at rock- bottom prices by Mrs. Chaw, who Richard believes is the "Landlord" behind the killings, both past and present. Once they were on the dance floor, Kyle let himself go. He'd always enjoyed dancing, especially in clubs and when a lot of his friends went through that phase where they thought that dancing was 'gay', Kyle was able to dance with most of the hot chicks in his school.

Now he was twenty he felt comfortable on the dance floor. While they enjoyed the music, Kyle noticed the odd guy checking out Julietta from time to time. She really did look hot, he noted, and he liked how she kept looking at him. Despite his earlier orgasm at the strip club he could feel a tingle of excitement in the pit of his stomach. After fifteen minutes or so out on the floor, where they were briefly joined by Casey and Margarita, they stopped for a drink.

Kyle grabbed them a couple of stools looking down on the dancefloor and they sat down. This and that," she grinned. When he got back Ed was telling them all about the strip club they were at earlier. Kyle groaned, as he hand't intended telling any of the girls about Derriere's Gentleman's Club but he should have known that Ed was incapable of any kind of tact or diplomacy. He popped the drinks down on the table and picked up his and Julietta's, handing her it.

He could see she wanted to ask a question of him. She nodded. I know it wasn't now, but I had to speak to her to find out. I didn't know if you were serious about meeting us here tonight and were actually a stripper, or if there was someone who looked like you and you were still gonna be here.

I mean, yes but Julietta winked at him and sipped at her cocktail. Ed said you wouldn't speak about it. A girl has a reputation to uphold after all and quality matters. He did noticed that the more Ed talked the more Jessica and Shanice frowned at him. Meanwhile he could see Casey and Margarita getting cosy, with hands slipping around waists, gentle touches and nudges aplenty.

I'm glad they're getting on. He liked to take people by surprise from time to time. Her cheeks flushed a little as she looked at him. Definitely potential there. You're cute and sexy and lots of fun," Kyle said, making it up as he went. He was pleased to see Julietta doing the same, their shoulders now touching as they sipped at their drinks.

It's our last night here, so I want to party some more. We've got a villa. On an impulse he leaned forward to kiss her, but she jerked her head back and brought a finger up to his lips. Her lips were soft yet assertive and they kissed for a few seconds. They hit the dancefloor after that, pausing occasionally for drinks, but always heading back to dance.

As the evening wore on they touched more and more, starting with light brushes and progressing to some pretty firm grinding and caresses. While drinking Kyle and Julietta were either touching each others hands, or Julietta was leaning into Kyle's chest, at one point sitting on his knee.

It was two hours of solid foreplay before the club closed. The seven of them left the club, with Casey and Margarita firmly paired off like Kyle and Julietta, while Ed tried unsuccessfully to get anywhere with either Jessica or Shanice, but the most he got was when he tried one of his chat-up lines and they couldn't stop laughing for several minutes.

Casey suggested that he hop in a cab, but Ed wouldn't have it, and if his buddies were going to a party, he was too. The walk to the villa Julietta was staying at took about twenty minutes and by the time they got there, they were all feeling pretty buzzed with the alcohol.

When they opened the front door Kyle was really impressed. It had several bedrooms, a large lounge area and a swimming pool and jacuzzi out the back. Kyle just shook his head as Ed made straight for the pool, bombing the mirror-flat surface from as great a height as he could manage, fully clothed.

Kyle's heartbeat accelerated as he entered Julietta's bedroom. Typical of a nineteen year old girl there was clothes, shoes, magazines and makeup everywhere. Julietta rummaged around on the floor, gathering up various different coloured bits of swimsuits and while she did that, Kyle looked around, spotting a rather fancy camera on one of the units.

That's just a D The lens is a bit more though. Twenty-eight to seventy, F two point eight. It's more a Actors headshots, Corporate portraits, stuff like that. It finances my hobby. Study business. It's really boring though, so I might drop out and do the photography thing full-time.

Lot of time spent in front of a computer editing. You have to really love it. Fortunately for me. This casually artistic and passionate person that had been inadvertantly hidden from him under the persona of a nineteen year old clubbing student on a spring break weekend. He had no idea about styles, or cuts, but he thought the black one and said so.

Her lips found his for a few intense seconds, until they broke. He moved to the door. I think she packed a pair of her brothers shorts by accident. Shanice turned out to have a pair of shorts he could use, although they weren't for swimming but they'd do, so he popped into the bathroom to get changed.

In the ten minutes that he spent waiting for Julietta, the three girls had all gotten changed and were in the water, while Casey had simply stripped to his briefs and plunged into the pool after them. Eventually Julietta reappeared though, and Kyle walked over to the pool with her, liking the sight of her in the black bikini.

A momentary memory popped into his head of Sahara, the stripper, with her black underwear and the similarities were abundant between the two, yet the slight differences were more pronounced at the same time. Kyle nearly blurted out, "Are you sure you don't have a sister," but he realised that reminding her he was thinking about a stripper and not her probably wouldn't go down too well.

He opted for diving in the pool. For an hour or so they mucked around in the pool, sending Ed to make them drinks out of whatever liquor was left in the villa. Surprisingly Ed was the first to pass out, on one of the sunloungers that surrounded the pool. At that point Casey and Margarita were definitely doing their own thing together in the jacuzzi, and Jessica and Shanice had gone inside to get some items to give Ed a 'makeover'.

He nodded, immediately getting out the pool and helping Julietta out. She didn't let go of his hand, but pulled him after her into the house. Kyle followed her into her bedroom, not pausing as she pulled him straight into the bathroom and handed him a towel. As he dried himself off in the dim light from the bedside lamp, he watched Julietta, rubbing a towel through her short bobbed hair.

It was at that length that it looked awesome if it was neat or messy. With both of them dry apart from the wet clothing, they paused, looking at each other, the air thick with tension. Kyle broke it. Julietta blushed a little but smiled back at him. The two black cords dangled down at the sides of her stomach, the top only held in place by the string around her neck.

Kyle could see the mischevious grin on her face, the slight flush on her cheeks and chest and he knew his own breath was coming quicker. Throwing caution to the wind he shrugged his hips and pushed at the shorts, dropping them to the floor in one swift movement. Her eyes flickered back up to his face.

I'll make sure you're all warmed up. Kyle took a deep breath as he saw her breasts, nice and firm, not too full, and the phrase 'more than a handfull is a waste' popped into his head. Her nipples were tight and hard from the cold water, and he longed to suck them in his mouth. One of us is wet enough already. Julietta chuckled as she saw him do a bandy-legged hop-walk as he dried himself, getting a grin back from Kyle.

Seeing how unabashed he was she quickly shed her bikini bottoms and dried herself with her towel before slipping into bed alongside him. Kyle had his arm out and Julietta immediately slipped into it, snuggling into him. Cuddle into me," Julietta ordered, rolling onto her side and dragging him to spoon in behind her. Kyle slipped his arm around her waist as his legs slid in, matching her position under the covers.

Her butt felt cold in his lap, but it was a naked Julietta butt. It could have been made of ice and he wouldn't have moved away. He traced his fingers in a small circle around her belly button. There was something incredibly intimate and comforting in the way their bodies were conforming into each other to Kyle. He realised that both of them were making unconscious minute adjustments, his upper leg sliding between hers, her calf resting behind his own with her foot looped under his.

Her hand found his left arm and she pulled it in to her body, his hand sliding between her breasts as his right slid from her belly button to between her and the bed, wrapping her tight, her arms wrapping around his until they were as tight together as could be. There was nothing erotic about it, he realised, just an incredible intimacy as their two bodies fit tightly together as if made for it.

They lay there, wrapped up in each other under the blankets. Sahara "Night, Tiger-Lily," Sahara called back as she left the dressing room of the Derriere's Gentlemens Club, smiling as she always did when the dancers said goodnight to each other using their 'stripper names'. She walked past the bar, seeing her blonde haired room-mate, Anabeth waiting for her.

Busy night, huh? Goodnight, guys," She added to the security guys. They turned right and walked the seventy yards to the door of their apartment block. Anabeth opened the door and the two of them climbed the two flights of stairs then entered their small scummy two-bedroom apartment.

Anabeth slumped down on the sofa. Anabeth rolled her eyes. There was just something about him," She explained, shrugging. Even let him stick his tongue in my pussy for a second. Night, Anabeth. Sleep good. He could feel his breathing deepen, matching hers as his cock continued to grow, nestled between the lips of her pussy, inching forward as it became thicker and longer in the darkness.

Without asking he knew she was awake, lying there with her head beside his, experiencing the same exquisite physical and intimate sensations he was. He felt her neck stiffen as the tip of his erection glazed her clit, and hearing her exhale was a wonderous sound in his ear. Kyle turned his head and gently kissed her, a soft, tender brush of his lips on her jaw.

He felt her hand grip his a little tighter as he brushed his lips a little further along the line of her jaw until his breath was on the soft, sensitive skin below her ear. Julietta moaned softly as he held there, breathing on her with a tender intensity.

Her hand came up, her fingers lacing themselves in his hair, softly steering his head to kiss her once more. Kyle brushed his lips down her neck, barely touching the skin, his lips softer than they'd ever been in his life, going purely on instinct as he experienced something beautiful. He felt Julietta roll her hips in a luxurious caress, drawing him up and down her soft cleft, feeling her welcome on his arousal.

His lips traced down her neck, brushing against her collarbone as his whole body moved forward, his lips rising back up her neck as he entered her. Julietta's head rolled back, exposing her neck to him as she whispered his name. Kyle felt like he was in heaven, in another place and time where everything was emotion and intimacy, sensation and connection, as if the world had come to have no meaning and all that mattered was the here and now.

This moment. His lips met hers, the exquisite gentleness of their lips making them both moan. His hand slid out from under her and was met by her own, steering it to caress her breast, her soft skin moving with every breath under his fingertips. Julietta moved her body, a slow-motion writhe that expressed her desire, her passion, and drew Kyle's mouth to hers while she pressed into him, teasing a little more of him inside her.

Kyle's senses were electric, every motion and movement he made focussed on bringing pleasure to this beautiful woman in his arms. His left hand moved to her breasts, caressing her nipple between finger and thumb while his right hand moved down, his fingertips tracing invisible patterns in her skin as she began to softly sway her hips on him.

He felt her tongue probe into his mouth as if tasting him. Kyle's fingers traced down over the little stripe of dark curly hair until he found what he sought, that delicious little spot that brought and enhanced so much pleasure. As his finger tip brushed it lightly, Julietta moaned in his mouth and pushed back a little further with her pelvis, tilting it and pushing, arching her back and pressing her buttocks into his lower stomach, seeking him, wanting him inside.

They broke their kiss, each breathing hard inches away from the other. Kyle knew he was fully inside her and he was almost delirious with pleasure, but his only desire was to make sure she felt the same. His finger slid a little lower, feeling the natural moisture on his cock as Julietta slowly moved her hips back and forth on him.

Kyle coated the tip of his finger with it, then dragged it back up to her little pleasure-nub. His finger began to slowly circle her clit as their passion built further, Julietta rocking her hips a little to move him inside her. Kyle tensed, moving his own hips so he could begin to move himself inside her and as he did, his first slow thrust inside her, Julietta moaned. Kyle repeated the movement, slowly withdrawing then sliding back in until he was fully inside her, his finger brushing her bud with every motion of her breathing, his other hand caressing her nipple to a taught hardness that he longed to take in his mouth.

Once more he withdrew then slowly thrust himself inside her, feeling her back arch and her chest thrust out. Her head rolled back on his shoulder once more and she took his earlobe into her mouth, sucking softly on it as her body moved, writhing in a series of connections with Kyle's. Kyle wanted to pleasure her, ached to pleasure her, and so he continued to slowly slide inside her, each movement a finely controlled symphony of muscles moving in harmony to provide her with that pleasure.

Idly he realised he had never experienced anything as intoxicating as this in his life, focussing solely on providing pleasure for another and feeling more intimate than he had ever been in his life. He thrust the thought aside, for truly, it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was the here and now, Julietta and the connections they were sharing in that instant.

Kyle continued his movements, concentrating on Julietta now, seeking to heighten her pleasure in any way possible, so while his hips continued their slow thrusts, his fingertip worked on her clit, his other hand teased her nipple to a stiffness that would penetrate steel and his mouth returned to its teasing soft kisses, first on her collarbone, then up the side of her neck, then behind and around her ear.

He knew she was breathing deeper and faster as he made his way around her, teasing and breathing on her, and she moaned as she began to push back with her own hips, seeking him, wanting more. He increased the pressure with his finger on her little pleasure node, working it a little harder, the tip of his finger stroking it up and down, in tune with her breathing and as it increased in intensity he matched it.

Unconsciously his hips did the same, a synchronous movement that tied everything in with her own arousal, growing firmer and faster as her breathing increased, as her body rolled and arched and craved more. He heard her involuntary moans from deep inside her, felt her begin to tremble and he stepped up to match her. Gone was the slow tender thrusts. Gone was the tender touches.

Gone was the teasing caresses. They were from a moment in the past. The present was hunger, intensity, a different type of connection with a life of its own. Julietta's hips began to shake, their rhythm erratic and uncontrolled. Kyle didn't waver, didn't let up, didn't stop, just kept on going, pushing inside her, firmly manipulating her clit, his other hand holding her tight against him as her body arched, stiffened and her breath exploded from her.

She broke their kiss as she orgasmed, each breath she panted bringing forth a moan of ecstasy. Her body shuddered hard against him, shaking and squeezing, and Kyle thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever experienced. He could feel her tensing inside, like miniature spasms gripping him as he thrust and withdrew.

Kyle felt her vulnerability and pleasure and the intimacy and eroticism of the moment tightened him, made him moan. It was sudden and intense, a hard and fast orgasm that he didn't expect but that blew him away. His hand moved from her clit to her lower stomach, pulling her in to his body, his muscles throughout his body strong and rigid, pressing her into his shoulder, his chest, into his pelvis, pushing himself inside her as deep as he could go.

She moaned aloud knowing he was experiencing the same pleasure she was, and her hand held his head to hers, alongside each other. They stayed like that, locked together, Kyle inside Julietta. Neither wanted to let the experience go, yet as they gradually subsided, as their orgasms slowly eased away like shadows chased by the sun their tense bodies eased, relaxing and melding together in that comfortable way that only lovers can.

Julietta was the first to speak. Then she giggled. Kyle re-adjusted his hips so that he was pressed back against her again, his soft penis lying against her buttocks. As Julietta snuggled her ass back into his pelvis she giggled again. I should have put a condom on but I was kinda caught in the moment," he said gently. He felt her squeeze against him, a movement of reassurance and comfort.

Kyle knew exactly what she meant. He'd had girlfriends and one night stands, and none of them had even come close to this. Not once, and it was with a woman who he would never see again after this night. He felt so incredibly close to her, so intimate that he had to ask. What's your real name? It's short for Katarina. It was Katie and Sahara, the two stars of his own personal spank-bank, the sexual memories that came back to him every night when he lay in bed, his eyes closed, stroking his cock.

The two hottest women he'd ever encountered and God, or Fate, or Destiny had decided to fuck him up and reveal they were his sisters. He cursed the part of himself that was excited at the thought of meeting them again. He knew that he couldn't have known they were his sisters, that there was no possible way he could have known, but still he felt disgusted with himself, the strength of the social and legal taboo so strong that he just felt Dirty, and not in a good way.

The conflicting emotions and memories made his already knotted stomach feel like a stuffed toy inside a washing machine on a spin-cycle. Right now I'm representing the interests of Mister Tripps. Do you need a lawyer? Then another realisation struck him - that when he hooked up with Katie as he thought of her, there were other people around. Ed and Casey, his buddies were there, but also her three friends.

Five other people who knew the two of them had hooked up. Ed and Casey knew that he'd got a lapdance from Sahara who was actually Kara too. And if the press were going to find out about them, then all it would take would be someone to open their mouth and all kinds of shit would come out.

She'll help you out. Either way, discuss it with her. Then once the last will and testament has been read, I can give you legal counsel if it's required. Is that sufficient? Are they being told just now too? All going well you'll all meet for the first time on the Island tomorrow. Sorry, jet? You'll all be making your way there and they'll arrive together.

So what do I do now? Inside, Kyle still felt like he was reeling. There are limitations though. You can't discuss this with your friends, and if they ask, tell them you've had to go away on a business trip, advising the three Company Directors that turned up out the blue today.

Currently they're smoothing things over within the organisation so that people will think you've been selected for a fast-track career path and are off around the country for a week or so. What about my friends? I can't tell Ed and Casey? They're your parents, although I'd strongly suggest you call them and ask them to keep quiet about it over the next couple of days.

What else? It's from a creative professional on the Island. To be frank, she's a bit of a nuisance, but she does know how to make you look good. I'll walk you to your car, introduce you to your driver and then I'll see you late tomorrow. Kyle led the lawyer out to the Reception, absently patting his pockets to make sure he had his housekeys. He could feel the wad of cash in his wallet along with the new credit cards.

They exited the building and Kyle's eyes widened as he saw the two limos parked at the kerb. Just muttering," Kyle replied. Let's hope when everything settles down it looks better than it did before. Can I make a request of you? I'm sure I can pass that on. Good luck, Kyle, and I'll see you tomorrow. And don't forget your passport.

The message had been a spur of the moment thing, and the wording impromptu, but he wanted to get a message to them if they remembered him. Telling them he wished he knew he had sisters would remind them that none of them knew they were related when they'd met before, and adding that he was looking forward to meeting them for the first time tomorrow was something he was rather pleased with.

A hidden message saying don't admit that we've already met. In the event that one or both of them didn't remember him then the whole message would seem quite sweet. Kyle smiled, his stomach still doing flip-flops, but nowhere near as bad as it was a few minutes ago.

Call me Kyle. Where are we going? Somewhere I can buy cigarettes. Then, apparently there's a list of things I've to get. That first cigarette was a guilty pleasure, but it just made Kyle feel a little sicker than he did already, so he binned it halfway through. The three hours that followed passed in a blur. Caroline drove him from store to store, picking up business suits and clothes of a far superior quality than anything he'd worn to date.

Designer clothing stores, designer luggage, everything that was on the list was specific and labelled, put together by someone called Margaret. Kyle was reluctant at first to accept that someone could pick out what he should wear and know better than he did what would suit him, but she seemed to have unerringly good taste.

In the first three stores he tried on a few items, and after that he just checked the sizes were right and handed them to the sales assistants that followed him around. Turning up at the front door in a limo and wearing designer clothing certainly got their attention and service was excellent all afternoon. Eventually the adrenalin of the whole thing began to wear off and Kyle felt exhausted, and realising he hadn't eaten at all that day, they stopped for lunch.

Kyle insisted that Caroline join him, rather than eat alone and they got talking about life as a limo driver in the city. Just like that? So I've got three options, right? One, I can ditch them and get no tip, and probably get fired. Two, I can go and find some meth-head skanks that are probably riddled with Christ knows what diseases, or I can go with option three.

So I call her, tell her about these guys and she makes some calls, right? Got to give those guys some kudos for keeping it up for that long. Kyle made a face. And no, that's not the same limo. Yours is brand spanking new. Don't know how you managed that, but it suits me fine. In the back of the limo? You kind of get spells where it goes a bit nuts and then nothing happens for ages.

I've had all sorts back there though. Couples who hire it for a night just to drive around the city fucking behind tinted windows. Try to spice up the old marriage. I've had guys who jacked off on their own, women who've helped them, sometimes even men who've helped them.

See how the other half live. Jerk off in the back of the limo on the way home? Nah, not really my style. You should hire a couple of classy escorts, have a threesome. It'd blow your mind. I've never hired an escort," She chuckled. Talking of which, have you spotted the two girls to my right checking you out? Kyle took a swig of his beer and casually glanced over to the booth where two girls were watching him.

They jerked their eyes away quickly and began to giggle. You're a decent enough looking guy, and the clothes make you look good. Plus you're sitting with a limo driver, talking shit, while it's parked right outside the door. You look good to them right now, so I bet if you picked up their check and got a bottle of champagne to go, I could walk over there and invite them to join you in the limo.

I've got tons of clients laid doing stuff like that. What's that all about? Caroline shrugged. I'm a perv, I don't care. I'm kinda fussy. It seemed to be her favourite movement. Once Caroline punched it into the address book she grinned, a smile with a deliberate hint of evil to it. He's a comic book artist. That's what he does for a living.

Better warn you though, he's a bit of an asshole, and he's got a ridiculous vocabulary for parts of the female anatomy, if you know what I mean. My room-mate is a professional sex worker, remember. Ordinarily the idea would have held a ridiculous amount of appeal to Kyle, but after todays revelations, not least of which was that he had inadvertantly made love to one sister, had a lapdance from another, then jerked off to the memories several hundred times, he wasn't in the mood for anything sexual.

To kill some of the remaining hours, Kyle went home and Caroline helped him pack the luggage he'd bought with the new clothes. A ridiculous amount of tags, bags and packaging accumulated beside Kyle's sofa, but with an hour to spare they had everything packed that he'd need and into the limo.

It wouldn't all fit in the trunk, but Kyle wasn't bothered about a few bags in the back with him. He knew he wasn't that guy, yet. It came as a bit of a surprise at one point when Caroline took off her jacket to reveal a pistol in a shoulder-holster. Seeing Kyle's astonished look, she explained that she split her time between limo driving and close protection security, and that today she was doing both.

Kyle thought it both surreal and funny that his first bodyguard was a woman who kept trying to get him laid and could kill him if he made the wrong move. He had another cigarette, called his folks to ask them to keep quiet about the days events and let them know he was heading out to Danny Tripps private Island for a few days to meet his sisters.

His folks seemed relieved that he seemed to be taking it in his stride, but Kyle explained that he thought it either hadn't sunk in yet, or it didn't matter to him that he was adopted because they were the only parents he'd ever known, and given both his birth parents were dead, it wasn't like they were going to steal him away. His folks promised to call him in a couple of days, but reminded him he just had to call and they'd come to wherever he was.

He rang off, nodded to Caroline and they left for the airport. Kyle waved farewell to Caroline once the flight crew had loaded the bags onto the small private Jet, and he turned towards the small lounge in the Executive Privilege Airlines building. He looked up at the sign. Someone's got a sense of humour. Shoulder-length blonde hair framed a pretty face with a pointy chin and eyes that missed nothing.

A charcoal gray business suit covered a body that Kyle could see was in great shape. For someone who had the potential to look like Pamela Anderson in a red swimsuit, she didn't come across that way at all. The minimal makeup, the lines of her suit, all created a professional ensemble that looked businesslike above all else.

Her voice was sure, confident and clear. He rolled his eyes at his own lameness. I understand Mister Crowler told you I'd be meeting you here? Is that right? I may 'Sir' you in public from time to time though. Whatever works for you," Kyle said. Lose the lottery? If he was going to have to rely on Patricia, as Mister Crowler suggested, then he much preferred the thought of her giving it to him straight.

You have experience in business, and not just at a ground level. That makes my job a little easier because you'll be quicker on the uptake. Likewise, I sometimes find other women can be difficult to He was no stranger to office politics either. Patricia chuckled. I've encountered resentment because of how I look on plenty of occasions, and it's usually overcome by sheer professional competence within a month or two, but I think that the next few days and weeks are going to define a lot about how Mister Tripps businesses end up being run in the future, and I want to contribute to that.

I think you're the most business-oriented of the three of you, based on nothing more than your files, but if you are, then that's the area I'd prefer to be working in. He said you were great at your job and you'd be a real asset to me if I could learn to rely on you. Any idea what he meant by that? That way I can learn how to support you more effectively, do my job more efficiently and help you out as much as possible.

Do I just go outside if I want a cigarette? It's been quite a day. How are you feeling? He moved to stand, but Patricia placed a hand on his leg and got up herself. Just smoke here if you want one. She returned shortly with an ashtray. She's got a really great eye for dressing people.

Patricia smiled. What mistakes should I try and avoid? There's only so many hours in a day, and everyone will want a piece of them, so don't accept any appointments. Refer them all to me. I've never had an assistant before so I'm kinda groping in the dark here," He admitted. Ask me anything. Don't be afraid to ask it if you think it will upset me, or if you think it's stupid.

Don't worry about asking twice either. You're going to be taking so much information in over the course of a day that you'll forget some things, so rely on me. It's what I'm there for. My very own wiki? I like that.

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