"Bed," she muttered softly. "I've waited six years for this, don't make me wait any longer." So have I," he said and unfastened the zip of her dress a...lowing it to pool at her feet."Oh my God," he said, "You've got stockings on." You said on Facebook that you like them." Oh fuck, I love them."Dropping to his knees he kissed her stomach, she gasped, no one had ever done this before, surely he wasn't going to . . . . .His mouth travelled downwards, the scent of her cunt inflaming him, then his. I stood at attention and rendered the appropriate hand salute as the Lt. sat behind his desk.“I wanted to ask you,” the Lt. started, “What’s your problem with me?”I was shocked. My problem with him? He was the one always berating me and hovering over me.“Well, sir,” I began, “You are always on me about anything and I feel like I can’t meet your demands and expectations.”“Soldier,” he replied, “It is my job to make sure you are battle ready and capable of handling the stress of battle. If you. It makes a tricky chore in a place like this a lot cleaner and easier. I've started what is a nice little garden bed out along the back wall."He placed the fire lighter in the cooker, and added a briquette of compressed wood shavings that had been on special at the small supermarket. It took more room in the cooker than the equivalent heating propensity of coal, but it was lighter, and weight could one day again be a significant objective.He already had the cash reserves he needed if he wanted. Father."He hesitates before saying the last part, the kids however, don'tperceive this and go, unwillingly out of bed, and towards the kitchen.Looking at the kids bedroom, small for the two beds, he realizes theywill need to squeeze again with another child in that small apartment.He stretches the bed sheets in both beds and separates the schooluniforms both kids will wear, and then he goes to the kitchen, arrivingjust in time to prevent the 9 year old Miguel to make a mess with themilk.