Her last minute decision was well past the deadline, and only the intercession of Mike Swanson, in his position as a vice-president of the sponsoring ...rganization, had made it possible. Now she was wondering if there would be a price to pay for his intervention, on her behalf. If he wanted her body as that price, she didn't know if she would pay it, but it would give her some insight into his attitude, toward things sexual. She knew she could postpone payment past this week-end, if necessary,. Bent over, she felt him tap her calves again, urging her feet farther apart. Complying, she moved her feet even farther apart, until she was sure he could look right up her open sex.“Excellent, excellent. You are such a good girl, aren’t you? Now, hold like that, I don’t want you to move an inch. I need to check on something but I will be right back.” Running his hand down the length of her back, sliding over her bottom, cupping her cheek, he ended it with a soft, but solid, smack to her. I was here by myself, not with 50 other stinky troopers, so the air was a little better to breathe. I was lost in thoughts when I heard a familiar voice. ‘Everything ok here, corporal?’ I wheeled around, and there was the Lieutenant. She was standing in the doorway. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her camouflage pants were not tucked into her boots, as was regulation, but were left out, probably to let some air in. She didn’t have on her camouflage blouse, just her green undershirt.. She followed her instructions to not ask anything about Prescott's work for fear of making him suspicious. Finally the part she had dreaded all evening came as she was invited into his suite. She accepted trying to look enthused while brushing past him and into his room."Care for a drink?" he asked."No Sir," she replied," I don't drink alcohol."He poured himself one before moving closer to her. "Do you like me Peggy?" there was something in his tone that scared her."I, uh, yes Sir," she.