It smelled strongly of oil soap and fabric. There was a thin wood panel between where he sat and the partition next to him, with another wooden panel ...ehind the first. The panels were carved with small holes in the wood, but they were lined up opposite one another so he couldn’t see straight into the partition next to him. Anonymity, he supposed, was important if you’re going to pour your heart out and confess your sins. The panels separated the two sections of the confessional. One for the. Sena was no longer seated on the basin; she had lifted herself off by clasping her hands behind my neck. One hand I slipped behind her arse and used it to pull her against me, the other I massaged her breasts and pulled on her nipples. They were hard and very dark against the light olive complexion of her breasts. In no time I was ready to come again. “Shit hold still, I don’t want to come yet.” “I think we need to be quick, before someone comes,” said Sena. “The first person to come is going. The funniest part was that he was wearing Scooby Doo boxers. He came over to me and danced me around the room again. I was so drunk I would have done almost anything."Do you know what this is?" he asked me in a playful voice. I nodded my head."It looks like a dick, only it's smaller," I said."I'm average size," he spat angrily."I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," I laughed. "But I've actually only seen one of those in my entire life." You didn't hurt my feelings," he smirked. "You hurt HIS. Go get Jakes truck. Go to the MVA and check about a license to drive a truck, get Mom to give me the password for the computer, pick up local papers to look for a job. Go over finances to see what I had saved and what I had that I could spend. I had been pretty stingy with my money the last 10 years. I had used Uncle Sam to the max and I had stayed away from all the traps that most GIs fall into. I expected I wouldn't be forced to get a job right away. Jake had invested it for me. He always.