Thank god the tuck has not come out. His hair brushed my sensitive hip made me horny. Finally I got seat near that man. I hesitated. But when someone ...ried to sit there, I had to sit there because my home is long way from there. He had his baby on his right hand, his hand was leaning on me for support. I could feel his touch on my left side of the body. He again acted as if he had slept. Now his head rested on my shoulders his kid head on my thighs his hand under it. I could not move a his hand. He said that he knows I’m a student and that Christmas is hard a time, he said if I was a girl or something I could touch his cock and he’d give me a discount, he winked and said he was just joking. It was awkward him saying that, but I brushed it off as a bad joke. He then said well if you gave me head I’d give you another month free and then he laughed and said he was just joking again, but by the way he said I now he was serious. Now I pay for a month in advance, and if I wanted to continue. You need to earn it. I look up at you, how? You smile, unbuckle my pants. I rub my hand across your crotch and discover you are rock hard. Fumbling for your buckle, you slide forward giving me better access. The alcohol is kicking in and I am worrying less and less about being noticed. The bar is filling up and the crowd is working to our advantage. I free your cock from your pants and boldly bend forward taking you into my mouth. You slide a menu forward to provide some cover and then reach. She would eat, seldom spending more than ten bucks for her meal, return home and drink glass after glass of boxed red wine, the cheap stuff they sell in most grocery stores everywhere. She would drink until she was drunk and the inner pain stopped, at least until the next morning. Cindy had PTSD and she knew it but wasn't about to go to some crappy VA hospital for a monthly refills of pills.Three months had passed since Cindy had left the Navy and her routine seldom varied. Wake up each morning.