It’s a little warm in here.”His skin-tight Army brown t-shirt clung to his chiseled body. Oh my God. This certainly didn’t help me any.“I hope...you don’t mind me sharing some personal issues with you,” I began.“Not at all,” he replied, tossing his Army uniform blouse to on to a nearby couch he had in his small office. I watched in silence as he un-bloused his trousers from above his boots and then unlaced his boots.“So, what is this personal issue you have?” he asked, looking in my direction as. "I'd say you're a little bit shorter,too. Better have that sewn back on." Then she kicked him hard in the balls. He howled in pain as he writhed in the mud. "What was that for?" he asked weakly. "For making me get my socks dirty, you asshole!"Charissa walked over to her clothes and quickly dressed. She smiled at the leader, and blew him a kiss. "We'll get you for this, bitch!" he shouted at her. "You and whose army? Or did you mean you and that little broken thing you have dangling between your. Her lips were slow and gentle at first and then slowly she started building up the rhythm.I looked out of the window, trying to relax. The sun was shining and the old oak tree outside stood as study as ever, its leaves barely moving in the wind. Dad and sis were playing with our dog down on the yard. It had been dad's idea to ask mom if I could practice with her. I hadn't been so sure about it initially, but today I had finally gathered my courage and talked to her.After some time I had to. I didn't stay I got on the bike and rode it into town. I was tired and I needed to wear the edge off my nerves. I parked in front of the pub I got there just in time to greet The Brit as he opened it up."Hey Brit," I said as I walked by him toward the bar. I chose the bar because when you sat in the middle of the room you knew just how close everyone was to you."Well did you buy anything," he asked."Yeah I got what I wanted. You can't really get the choices here you can down there. Did I tell.