"I don't think it will work unless you do."I rubbed my hands over my face and turned towards the bed. Amita was the prettiest Indian girl in the schoo..., but it was not a qualification of her beauty as in 'she is pretty for an Indian girl'. Amita had the goods and then some!Maria noticed me looking and stretched Amita's arms over her head. Amita fell on the elegant side of female curves. Her breasts were a little smaller than a handful. Her hips rounded gracefully. She did not have an ass in. Kathleen asked if she could try on some of her clothes as they had done so many times. Melissa responded with her normal approval and Kathleen striped off her school clothes down to her matching bra and under-panties. They were intriguing because Melissa had not seen her in anything like them before. Her under garments was distinctive because they were by Calvin Klein and made to look like boy’s Jockey briefs in a bright red color with white elastic waistband and white piping around the legs. Now, usually a man reacts in one of three ways, and it tells me a lot about the person I'm speaking with. Some people just don't know how to approach the subject or how to deal with a veteran, they just say "Thank you for your service", show you fake sympathy and don't understand why would someone waste their prime years venturing overseas fighting other's wars. The second kind are those who feel as though their masculinity is in question seeing you were a soldier, so they try and show you how. ”“No, no, no, you’re not. Taz and I should at least hold the fort while you’re away.”“Are you back to work? On your freelancing gigs?” Aron asked.“I sure am. It’s not like I’m a cripple. And all I need is a laptop and Internet connection.”“Great. It’s good to hear that you’re back in the saddle.”Saddle? Do you remember that other context?Oh, yeah... “Hmm, what’s with that mysterious smile?” Aron asked.“Ah, well, nothing. Just my mind, going...” he gestured for his head.“Let’s put all these.