It was dark and late after midnight, but I couldn't be sure. I was still settling into the uni lifestyle and was yet to get round to buying a clock fo... my room, and my phone was still in my rucksack, dead. So what better time to do my laundry than now?I gathered up my ever increasing pile of washing and put it into my washing basket that my parents had given me before I left home. On top of my dirty clothes, I placed some of the items which I had bought from a local sex shop earlier that week.I. For some reason, we were together, the three of us. Any way...I come along in a new pickup truck with a bench seat. I pick up the two of you at Di’s house. You are wearing a short wrap mini skirt with a mesh blouse, no bra. (I find out later that you are not wearing panties) Di is wearing a pareo with a triangle bikini top...the triangles are not very big. I also notice that Di has a navel ring. Seeing the navel ring I wonder if any thing else is pierced. Anyway, you both hop in the truck, you. ”“Then there isn’t a problem,” I replied.“OK!” she squealed. “Do you want to kiss me?”“What do you think?” I asked with just a hint of sarcasm.“Don’t be such a boy! Just answer!”“Yes,” I said, thinking about rolling my eyes but not doing so.We stopped walking, hugged, and put our lips together. Kelly parted hers, so I pressed my tongue forward, and our tongues met, dancing the way Kelly and I would later in the evening. We broke the kiss, I took her hand, and we continued on our way to. I looked back down at the bio and photo, pondering how this man had wandered back into my life like this. It was a good photo, too, showing a handsome man, tall, and slim, with a full head of ‘executive hair’ and bright white teeth.It was my old friend, Brigadier General Anthony Hawkins!I never used his full name in 1981, when I met the man, although I knew it. I was a Captain, and he was a Brigadier General. His first name was ‘General’, and I needed to toss a lot of ‘Sir’s in as well. When.