Besides what two super secret fly boys are doing on an Army post like this one has got to be a good story. See you tonight, fly boys."Sgt. Rester left...them there standing just inside the entrance of the chow hall. I shook my head and said, "Was she flirting with me or am I reading more into her banter?" Boyd buddy she is definitely flirting with you. I think I'm going to check out this Amy chick. I don't think I have run across a chick named Amy here before. But I think you were saying that you. He reached for the “enter” key, but a memory gave him pause. It was the time he and Stephanie first sat together on her porch. He’d mowed her yard, and she’d surprised him with ice water. The day was hot and humid, and he desperately wanted her to like him.What stopped his hand was the realization she’d known of her fate even then. What had she said? “I don’t want to be treated as property.” And she ended up as some rich pervert’s toy.Jason’s stomach clenched. It took one long breath to settle. Thorne felt the electrical pulses as they streaked through her body and blasted into him. He groaned loudly, his muscles tightening in response. His aching cock twitched again, the fountain of pre-cum steadily pooling in the wide slit and sliding over his rigid flesh. As her fingers slipped into her well-lubed hole, his fist moved up and down, sending a storm of tingles raining onto his body. ‘Oh, yes, Thorne … ‘ Her voice was sultry and breathless, her desire riding her hard as circling. “I understand you often quote other people.”“Yes. I have found that people find it more difficult to argue with Aristotle, than with me.”“My father was a great fan of Vince Lombardi. The great coach once said, ‘The quality of a person’s life is in direct proportion to their commitment to excellence, regardless of their chosen field of endeavor.’ The lack of commitment in your voice does not bode well for success in this endeavor.”“Of course I’m tentative, I’m walking on unfamiliar ground,”.