“That’s a lie ... she gave me a week off to catch my boyfriend cheating on me.”That last little bit accelerated in volume and pitch as she spied...her other half ... with an arm around a blonde floozie.Oh Shit!“William Alan Porter! You son of a bitch!”OOH ... all three names! Deep Shit!“Umh ... Angie ... umh ... what are you doing here?” said the designated asshole.“Breaking up with a worthless piece of shit.” Angie shifted targets, “Hello Dot. Got your hooks in ‘im, I see.”Dot was dressed as a. . Ohhhh, it was like Barry White. I wanted him. I wanted him bad . . .One afternoon it was nearing closing time. I'd switched off my computer and was putting stuff away in my drawers when I saw him across in his own cubicle still working. The office is empty—wasn't nobody around but us. I slipped my panties off my skirt and slinked towards him."Hi, Terrance," I said as I stepped into his cubicle. He looked up startled."Oh. Hi, Stacey. Didn't know it was you." Oh it's me, alright. What're you. 'I want to tell you that a week into my experiences with sexual intercourse ... WOW!What I WANT is weeks of having to worry about NOTHING except how long it takes a thirty-one year old weenie to recharge because I want that thing in me. In my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy. And then I start thinking. Those first two, they don't depend on him being erect at all.It's a wonderful thing in the happy lassitude, the afterglow, to mold myself to his side and idly play with his depleted weenie,. "Now I would like to see the disciplinary process at work," said the Emir.When there was much spluttering and choking among those present at this request, he continued amiably, "Are there no defaulters today? In that case the Army here is much different from every other one in the world. Lead on to the parade; I will sit and watch the Adjutant at work."Having no choice, they led him to a small hut beside the entrance guard-house where a young Lieutenant was apparently holding the day's.