Each time it happened, I wanted to run and hide, but my bodyresponded differently. I would throw back my hair, put my shoulders backand strut just a l...ttle bit more. My ass was swinging wider then I thoughtwas possible. I had to admit, the attention felt good though. No one seemedto notice my raging hard on though. I couldn't figure it all out. DJ and Isplit, his first class was math, and I had history. I strutted in andsmiled at my teacher, sitting in my chair and crossing my legs like achick.. ”“Exactly WHERE am I going?”“Ft Rucker, Alabama.”“And that is... ?”“WOCS” [Warrant Officer’s Candidate School]“Top, correct me if I’m wrong, but a WO has to extend their commitment for 6 years in addition to their remaining enlistment time.”“So?”“I didn’t sign up for WOCS at any time.”“According to your records, you did. You also volunteered for Shake & Bake.” [NCO school - you come out a corporal]“Sergeant, I’m not going anywhere that isn’t stated on my contract. I volunteered to four years to. "No, not at all. I will enjoy your company." Cool! What kind of stories do you write?" She asked.Most truckers I know are a curious bunch. So, I saw no harm in answering her. "I write stuff you probably wouldn't want to read." Oh, I don't know about that." She replied with a mischievous grin. "I read some stuff that would embarrass most people."I continued to try to evade her question. "Oh, I write stuff you probably don't know and most likely wouldn't like." Don't bet on it! I have a computer. He asked me to answer the door just like I was -- dripping wet and in the nude -- and I did, just for him, and the delivery boy left with a hard-on. It always gives Jason a sense of pride when other guys get turned on by me. But he knows he's the ONLY one that gets to touch me. After we ate a little pizza, I excused myself to go brush my teeth and make sure I looked nice for him, and I went into my room and lit a couple candles and a stick of incense -- I love the scent of it -- and closed all.