"I'm Stacey Jones, by the way."I moved back from the operating table and turned to look at her. Anything that I could have felt about only being conne...ted directly to a bunch of women faded. She was BEAUTIFUL!I gathered she was in her early twenties and looking at her, she appeared just a little shorter than me. She was the BOMB! As that idea crossed my mind, I heard an even louder laugh.I quickly apologized. "Sorry. You're just so beautiful." Well, you're seeing the image I want you to see,". I'm looking at the contours created across her t -shirt; she's obviously bra-less, and so near to me, virtually touching my face. I'm completely lost now as I visualize her leaning forward so two cushions envelop my face. Lifting her 'T' and discarding it on the bar, the club becomes a distant fog, and now it’s just her and me. She takes her left breast in her palm and lifts it so her nipple is touching my cheek. She sways side to side brushing it against my lips inviting me to open my mouth. You do realize that don’t you...Private..."?"Yes...yes! Private! ...And don't worry....I won't tell anyone" He said...trying to reassure her.She said something to Neeta again in her ear that seemed to calm her down."Well...Private, Ramesh ....maybe you should go lock the door and come back in here" Tanu said with a smile.This was an open invitation to my husband who was already feeling hardness in his trouser.He knew what she was getting at and he had locked the door and shot back in the room. When Zo had reactivated his communicator in the morning—after carefully admonishing Hill not to say anything—the major had demanded a detailed report of the night's events. Having been far too preoccupied to have observed anything, the sergeant cheerfully invented a narrative that seemed (although he was careful not to say so specifically) as if he'd spent a large part of the time on watchful guard.It wasn't as easy as he might have hoped; after assuring herself that they could not be seen on.