" OK" I said, "I'll leave the army and get a civvy job!"Pippa kissed me, softly and lovingly. "Oh Dewey, you love the army, it's your life. You'd end ...p hating me if you left on my account," she kissed me again, this time a bit more passionately, "but thank you for contemplating the sacrifice."She gave a little sigh and continued. "In a way I'm making the same sacrifice, for love of you. If I married you it would end with you hating the frumpy old granny that forced you to leave the life you. That was when Wendy told me that she wanted to have sex. I asked her whom she wanted to have sex with. I couldn’t believe it when she said, with me. I asked her why me and she said that her mother had always told her to make the boy a friend before she has sex with him. I was her best friend and she was my best friend too, so I was a natural choice.Of course I agreed to help her out. She took off her shoes, jeans, and panties and lay back on my bed with her feet up on the edge and her knees. To mollify her, he had to make Richard out to be a monster so that she'd feel better about her position in the world.” “Oh.” He said, looking a little bored at the long lecture. I stood up as I continued my little monologue. “I wanted my Richard to be tall. Strong. Handsome. A realistic portrayal of all the man might have been without Shakespeare's pandering to his queen. My Richard should feel confident, happy, and in command at all times.” I now stood, tits just inches from Richard's seated. Then she heard the voice of her Master, “I am here with you, Angel. Don’t be afraid for you know I will not allow any harm to come to you.”Then she heard Scott say, “Here we go my sweet.” Angel felt the cross moving on it’s wheels. She could hear the clamor of noise that came from the banquet hall, and she knew that she was in front of everyone in all her glory. Her panic again started to rise in the pit of her stomach, and again Master touched her to calm her emotions.Angel wanted to.