Keeping away from my clit, I just watch him watching me. Waiting. Until the need engulfs me and I chance brushing my jewel. God, it's magical. Everyth...ng lights inside me at once.I try to go slow, but visions of him lying over me last night invade my mind. Fingering me. Biting nipples that strain beneath my flimsy bra as he pushes me past my limits. Further than pinning me to the wall on my birthday. Beyond any night with my husband in years.The danger's a draw, and we both know it, but it's. "That's uncalled for!" she punched him in his arm."You're making a spectacle out of yourself," Myron laughed at her."I'll make it more than that if you say that again." I won't ... for now." I think I want some chocolate turtle pie for dessert," she said."You'll get fat like your mother," Myron countered."Mama is pleasingly plump. And besides, you don't seem to mind when she parks her ass in your lap. I've never heard you complain about that." I just want to stay on her good side, that's all.". I was TOLD to ‘please’ sit in the back by another corporal. Hey! If they wanted to chauffeur me around, I wasn’t going to complain.We parked at the PX and WE went in. I was told to find utility uniforms in my size, plus REAL combat boots. The corporal was waiting for me at the checkout line. I asked him how I was supposed to PAY for this bullshit and he told me to just sign the voucher put in front of me. Back to the barracks we went. I got to cool my heels until chow call that evening.After a. The thought, I'd learned the term in college, had merely been sublimated.Cecilia was all about touchy-feely. All her life, she'd enjoyed giving hugs. Which was fine when I wasn't stuck at home physically pining for my girlfriend.　We were stuck at home by our own sheer inertia. It was ridiculous. Our parents had their work schedules, whereas we wound up in the kitchen around ten. I complained about having to wait for the toast to become toast, with my tongue obviously wedged in my cheek. Cecilia.