Courtney, I'm truly sorry for the way Itreated you and Tony. I don't expect you'll ever forgive me, but I justwant you to know how I feel." Thank you...for that Shannon-and I do forgive you, I did a long time ago,as Christ forgave us our trespasses. Yes, it was hard-but I do wish youthe best, and I hope you can get some breaks and turn your life around." That's true Shannon-we did. We'll both be gone for this year, but ifwe can help you-write letters, call people, talk to your parole. “What?”“You should have worn darker pants,” she said pointing down.I looked and realized I had a dark pre-cum stain on the front of my Dockers. I didn’t know what to do.“Take them off, they’ll dry quicker.”I hesitated, but she was insistent. “Come on, you’ve seen me naked. I guess you enjoyed it. Go ahead and strip down, let your clothes recover a bit. You might as well get all naked.” She wrapped her cum-covered hand around her cock and stroked it. I stripped quickly.“Good boy! Now come over. She escorted my skuzzy ass into the shower and scrubbed me. Then she hailed a jeepney and took me to the main gate. I caught the base bus back to base ops. The team dribbled in one by one. The commander was not pleased."Alright, you drunken bums, listen up. You'll be boarding a C-123 in about an hour. Do not, I say again, NOT leave the terminal area."I couldn't leave the area. It had taken all my remaining strength to haul my fucked-out ass back to the base. I collapsed into a lounge seat and. Angela squeezed my hand. In meetings Angela is magnificent. She sells without selling, understands clients’ needs, cajoles, guides and tempts them. Immaculate. Her designs, which she carries on her laptop, are always stunning and she is imaginative but sensitive to trends while maintaining her own style. I sound like her publicity material but, well, I did write some of it. The first client of the day was an elderly very butch woman in a dark business suit (trousers) and a white shirt. I swear.