That brought a tiny smile to her lips. "Maybe stilts, ... or I could just lean down."She leaned down and kissed me. It was odd, familiar, yet differen.... We walked up to class together, both of us still nervous around the other. I was more than a little intimidated by her size and obvious strength. She was nervous I would reject her or something. I did my best to hide the nerves I was feeling.When we walked into the room, Vicky spotted us and immediately came over. "Bert you dog! Lisa's off sick. “Sorry, Brigitte but I need to go where you can't go”. Of course she had to have the last word “I can go EVERYWHERE!”.In any case I smiled at her and made my way to the gents, got into a cubicle and tried to think of laundry, Milton Keynes, cheese, shopping lists just to get my erection down so I could pee. After I finished I opened the door of the cubicle and saw the gents completely empty except for Brigitte who walked straight to me and pushed me back into the cubicle. I just saw that. Then to the parade ground to begin learning how to march, that seemed to be a never ending exercise to get it right. We were forever being yelled at, "heads up shoulders back, chest out and open those legs, left right come on swing those arms" etc.. The drills were broken up with lectures on the service, explaining the different ranks, Aircraft recognition and other useless topics. By the end of each day I was exhausted, and after supper would rest for a bit then write my letters, or shine the. ” I tried to sound sure of myself. “The kitchen is not in my room. Let me be more specific. Why were you watching me get out of the shower, David? Why did you wait until the house was empty to wear those ass-tight underwear? Why are you lying to me?” Her face was either turning red. I had been caught overstepping my boundaries and now I had to pay the price. “I wanted to see you, Mary. I wanted to be in the room with you.” My heart raced as the worlds fell out of my mouth. Shame fell over me as.