She slowed long enough to say, "The horses are fine. I'll fix my own breakfast tomorrow," and then resumed her hasty climb. Moments later her door sla...med.I noted the elapsed time. Was I ever wrong. She was more like Mandy than I'd suspected.The house was quiet as I came down the staircase, quiet enough for me to hear the washer in the basement. Except for a blue plaid blouse instead of the red floral one she'd worn the night before, Cheryl looked the same. She sat at the kitchen table, a slice. "Right here sweetie."I sat down, a bit to the side from her.She sighs "I guess that will do." and reaches for my cup. She moves it forward and back indicating that I should pour some into it. She looks at the paltry amount I had poured. "Now, that, will definitely not do." She pours more into my cup. "What are you doing, trying to get me ...?" No," she replies, "Compliant." "Compliant?" 'Jenny,' needs to be controlled, you said.." she places the cup before my lips. "Do you have a problem with. " Think nothing of it. I'm thirty five years older than Gina but she keeps me young if you know what I mean." He chuckled and I joined him.I knew just what he meant. When we had gotten out of the van I got my first good look at her. She was just over five feet tall with a nice butt hidden inside her tight jeans. Her button up the front blouse was tucked into the pants and showed off her narrow waist. The best part was how tight it fit around her chest. I wondered how she could keep the buttons. Corporal Sandy came into the tent and asked,"I got a nice brunette in the new replacement that looks totally juicy, Major. She seems a little forlorn like she is not all that comfortable and I wondered if you wanted to make her feel more at home. I am certain that once she knows who you are, she would be eager to make you smile before you go to sleep tonight."The fact that Corporal Sandy was already down on her knees attending to my below belt needs impressed on me the seriousness with which.