Oh well, probably too damn cold for the beach in late October anyway.Imagine my surprise when I reported to the Detachment Commander's office and foun... four people gathered from past military bases of mine. The 'Commander' was Major Johnston from Mather Air Force Base in California, My former Chief of Security Police, now a Full Colonel. His Executive Officer was Lieutenant Michelle Kinnsey, formerly Sgt. Kinnsey from the same posting, whom I'd first met while she was hitchhiking across. Janet looked at the bartender smiled and asked, “Are all your customer such Red Neck dumb asses?”“I’m staying out of this,” the bartender answered moving away from us.“You know old man, you should teach your daughter some manners. Hell, maybe I’ll teach her some,” he said standing.“Dumb ass move,” was my reply. When she moved toward him. Janet gave a short, but hard jab to the throat. The dumb ass just stood there looking for a second, then he realized that he couldn’t breath. At the same time,. After my dinner, I prepared to leave. Angie saw I was leaving, and took a few quick steps toward me. She put her arms around me, gave me a big hug. She told me she was glad to see me, and I returned the compliment. I reminded her of my invitation to the hot tub, whispering in her ear "319." She said, "I'll see you later!" I left.I drove back to the hotel (2 miles) and settled in. After checking some e-mail and voice messages, I donned my trunks and grabbed a towel. With my hand on the door. I think I'm flushing now." You are, and your legs are spreading apart. Why is that little sister? Are you blooming? Is it because something's getting hot down under that dress?" Damn you big brother. You know what that does. Oh Brad."Her legs were wide now. Her delicate hand was pulling it up as she exposed herself to me. Showing me that she was bare. She was not wearing panties. Of course not. She never did when I was stopping by. My sweet Lady was ready for me. Her fingers were rubbing her.