By the time I turned sixteen, my father had still not found a job. Every now and then he'd go for interviews, just to satisfy the welfare agencies, to...show them he was earnest in trying to find employment, but he stayed unemployed, and lounged around at home. Dad became less subtle in his overtures toward me. Frequently, he'd comment on how nicely my chest was filling out, or he'd eye my crotch with such intense scrutiny right in front of me. At every opportunity, he tried to cop a feel of my. I didn't waste any more time complaining about it. My biggest concern was finishing my beer and winning. The hands fighting to fondle my breasts moved my arm concealing them away and they went to work on them in earnest. I motivated me to drink faster. I was the first one done and as soon as my bottle hit the table the hands let go and I got up. I ran back to my things and arrived there a few seconds ahead of Jessica. I tried to get my bra on quickly, but Jessica was able to get dressed faster. I thought about going out by the elevator, rather than do this in front of Rebecca, since she had no idea my abilities went this far, but if it worked then she would know anyway. I closed my eyes and concentrated, and then I opened them again in my room where I was still curled up with Allison. Reaching for my phone I quickly dialed Rebecca's boss.He answered on the second ring, "Hello." Mr. Rodriguez, this is Jimmy, where are you right now?" Oh shit, this can't be good. Hold on a second," I. And eventually we three became good friends, though he still never introduced his boyfriend to us - in 1987 even the hint of homosexuality could get you kicked out of the military. About two months after Jason moved into the room was one of those five-week months, so Laura and I spent the weekend in my room rather than out in a hotel. As usual, Jason took off right after the Friday afternoon PT (Physical Training) session. Laura and I met up and went out to dinner, then a movie on base because.