Five more minutes, and she would be in his arms, and could begin the process of forgetting all about Iraq, the bombs, and the fear that her man, her M...rine, would be hurt. The baggage claim was practically deserted at this hour. At two o’clock in the morning, the only people around were haggard looking businessmen, a few anxiously waiting family members, and one very exhausted car rental clerk. Nervously, Leslie smoothed her hair, and once again checked her clothes. It had been so hard to find. " She quickly returned with a razor, shaving cream and a towel. She looked me right in the eye as she said, "You volunteered to help make this an unforgettable night for Stacy, and since the the entertainment never showed up, YOU'RE the entertainment. Don't think I don't know what kind of porn sites you visit with all the dirty little boys submitting themselves to Dominant women. That's right ladies, Corey is a submissive little slut at heart and tonight he's going to submit to all of you. I. The sandbag we sometimes used as a doorstop for the back door weighted about 100 lbs. I was betting it, along with the tension on the rope, would keep me off the ground. I took the end of the rope and triple tied it to the top of the sand bag (only after dragging that large S.O.B. into the garage). Baxter was curious, so he followed me and inspected my progress. The knot was tied very tight, and I was very sure it was not coming loose anytime soon. The next step was to position the step ladder. "I was just kidding you, Doc. I'm used to it. Heck, it's like a skunk complaining if people stare at his stripe. If he didn't have it he'd just be a stinky old squirrel."She put a hand under each mound and lifted. The nipples, thick buttons centered in brown haloes bigger than my palms, pointed straight at me."But they are real, see? Go on, touch 'em. You're the doctor!"I started to reach up, but I caught myself halfway. My hands were cupped. Not professional. I flattened them and returned them.