I think I thought it would serve Daddy right for leaving me alone if he had to carry me back to the car. Know what I mean?”I shrugged. I didn’t kn...w what she meant. I know a lot of kids had relationship issues with their parents, but I didn’t have much sympathy with them.“Then he started touching me. Stroking my shoulders at first. Then my back, getting lower all the time until he was squeezing my bum. And it felt good, you know. It was the most attention anyone’s paid to me since we moved. I tried to move but found it impossible. The seatbelts had ratcheted so tight that I was having difficulty breathing. I struggled to get it unlatched and it finally gave way.A voice asked, "Are you ok? The ambulance is on the way." I turned to the voice and was looking at a State Police officer."Help me get the door open; I want to get out of this thing," I said. We tried everything to get the door open but it would not budge. Finally I took a glove and brushed the remaining glass from the. " She reached two down from the shelf and poured two liberal tots."There!" she said. "Well done, thou good and faithful servant."They both laughed.They sat on the sofa, she with her legs drawn up beside her. There was nothing provocative about her posture. Her skirt covered her calves."Tell me," she said, "did the army send you to lots of exciting places?" It did to start with." Where?" Christmas Island was the first. They asked us for our first posting preferences and I said 'Far East and work. It would have been hard to imagine two women more physically unlike. Claire’s body was, as Stewart had observed when he first saw her, built for speed. Beth, in delightful contrast, was a lovely example of lush femininity with generous curves outlining her compact body. They were both beautiful. We said our farewells and Claire kissed both Stewart and me on the cheek. Just the touch of her lips and the smell of her affected me. I felt my cock stir, but resolved not to let any further thoughts.