I was a little worriedthat while this thing was designed to show cleavage, I was only makingdents in the cups. Part of knew that really didn't matter ...o him, but itmattered to me far more than I cared to admit to even myself. A shorttime later, if there was anything for him to see, he was going to be ableto see it as I was on my knees between his legs and doing a rotten job ofgiving him head. Sorry, but when it came to things like that, I wasclueless. I knew they happened but how was something. Showering alone suddenly felt empty.I used the jet to scour out my ass, screaming and doing a war dance, that jet hurts when your ass is gaping... !! The handler watching over me laughed, asked if I was going to scalp someone, I suggested starting with him. He stopped laughing. I started.Showered and dried, happy that there was no sign of continued bleeding, I grabbed a hand towel to sit on, just in case, and picked a spot in the lounge to relax. When I awoke it was dinner time and Sue was. This is a man's fantasy; even military men can fantasize, can't they?It's almost funny how it all started. I'd been with the 81st Airborne in vehicle maintenance for almost 6- months before our unit was sent to Iraq. Being one of only one hundred women in a battalion of over 5000 men had both advantages and disadvantages and I was getting used to both.I was committed to making my career in the Army and this was my big chance to prove myself. Being in a combat area, even if I wasn't a front line. ” He replied.Mick walked back in with an IV bag and a syringe. He hung the bag and changed out the line. When he was finished, he put the syringe into the IV line added it in. “Mr. Rostamifir, you’re going to feel drowsy in a couple of moments, if you start to feel pain during the night, please hit the call signal and a nurse will be in to help you.” He told him. Mick finished what he was doing and wished him a good night. Mick walked out to the nurse’s station and made notes for the next.