It was unbearably hot inside my tent. I was already in my Army tan- t-shirt, but still had on my BDU trousers and boots. “Do you want to take off y...ur BDU blouse and get comfortable?” I asked. She unbuttoned her camouflage shirt and paused, before removing it. Her Army t-shirt was sweat soaked and clung to her upper torso, in spots. She casually draped her camouflage shirt over her leg. “I need a shower,” she remarked, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees, cradling her chin on top. As I’m rubbing up against him, I’m thinking about last night where he bent me over this same kitchen sink. I’m thinking bout how wet and tight I was for him, and how his thick cock made me scream out his name so loud he gagged me with a dish towel. Moaning more, he traces my figure with his left hand, his right still playing with a pierced nipple. He finds the waist of my tights, slipping his hand in first tracing the lacey edges of my g-string, then to squeeze and rub my ass. Kissing my neck. “No!” Tiffany almost shouted. “The restriction won’t start until we appear in court in three weeks. It’s because of what you said. You said the life we were leading wasn’t compatible with the one you wanted to lead. We’ve stopped drinking. We’re focusing on our studies. We want you to understand that what happened was a relapse but it wasn’t who we want to be. You’re more important to us than parties. We want you back!”“Oh,” Phil said, startled by the vehemence in Tiffany’s voice.“Hailey is an. There was always a difference between what I wanted to do, and what I actually would do. My parents, and all the adults I knew, thought nothing, themselves, about their making changes from their previously announced plans, but let a kid do that, and suddenly, it was a really bad thing. I felt trustworthy, but if I told her I was, she'd probably start in right away, telling me all the times I hadn't been trustworthy. I wished then that I hadn't made any mention of it, about Clara not trusting.