Wherever I went in the military, I quickly picked up the accent or language of the locals. I had been at school about four weeks by then and talked wi...h a somewhat southern drawl like the locals. My roommate was from Georgia so that helped too. That jar lasted me and my friends until we finished school in December.We could barely make it home before Christmas, but I had to leave early, and my flight was supposed to be on December 23rd. Some friends and I were at the NCO club at Travis AFB, CA,. His first wife was very cold and he never got satisfaction. So this time he wanted a hot girl! He did not know that I was burning hot for him!On the day of my marriage, my friends came and pleaded with mom that from now on they won’t get me so I should be allowed a last, farewell fuck. Once again, on the day of my marriage, I had to entertain more than a dozen men, but this time it wasn’t really a gangbang. They kept coming one after another!After marriage, on my first night, I told him in lain. I flicked through his pictures, hehadn't taken any other upskirt shots. Then I repeated the words of myunofficial class motto "You had better watch out or you're going to end uplike Julian. You might look good in a skirt."He went pale and I suddenly realised how much more menacing that hadsounded coming from me in my best Marilyn Manson look. There was a puddlebetween his legs.I felt sorry for him then, particularly as I felt some empathy sitting infront of him in my undiscovered boxer. "Trini pinched my ear and gave it a half-twist. She towed me along, tothe bedroom. From the closet she took a rumpled plastic shopping bagand dumped its contents onto the bed. There was a bright orange tubetop and fuzzy yellow leggings. Red ballet slippers. Several piecesof clunky plastic jewelry. I got out of what I was wearing and stoodthere naked. Trini reached for my nipples but stopped short, wigglingher fingers just an inch from them, to remind me how simple it would befor her to.