Not now.She had opened the door shivering, her elegant arms encircling her bountiful bosom and holding her head up trying not to collapse as she faced...the two men in uniform.She doesn't remember a lot after that. She awoke this morning in her own bed and is now in the forest that stretches out to the horizon behind their apartment building on the outskirts of the base where they are stationed. She had dressed, waved off the attention of her next-door neighbor, and wandered down across a meadow. “Shit that usually means someone has pulled into the driveway.” Looking at her alarm clock she cries that maybe her Mom to get home from work.“Get this place cleaned up, My sheets have to be washed. Fuck even my comforter is soaked.”I pin her to her bed and put my arm in her face. “Lick my arm off Amy” Knowing it's not like her Mom hasn't already caught us and there is no chance of her not knowing her daughter and her best friend are not experimenting. Amy not knowing her Mom has already caught. He had talked about having someone design a web site for his company and I'd mentioned Jim Wilson and Dan Dierdorf, two guys from school who'd put together their own sites as well as working on the school's web pages."Tommy, if their work is as good as yours I'll hire them right now. It's about time I got dragged into the twenty-first century!"I walked over to his computer, started Firefox and showed him the sites they'd designed and how they'd incorporated photos into the pages."I suppose I'll. I feel my body slide down the cross untilmy crotch is firmly pressed against the sedile. Only then do they bend my legspushing my feet up toward the footrests. The footrests of my cross are twowooden blocks bolted to the sides of the upright. They are planed to a 45 degreeslope away from the upright. The front half of an open toed sandal has beennailed to each one. My feet are slipped into these half sandals and bound tothe footrests with rope more rope wraps around my ankles fixing them.