Should be okay again in the morning” I was instructed by my flight sergeant to deliver my prisoner to nearby Ft Lewis, Stockade for the night. “Yo... may as well have the rest of the shift off after that.” He told me. “Thanks Sarge. See you tomorrow!” By the time the prisoner was safely installed in the stockade I drove back to the security area to return my assigned car, collected my own and drove home, the dash clock reading just after 8pm or 2000 hours militaryntime. As usual I opened our. Some of them were quite disappointed that they couldn’t spank me. After all, I was a very bad girl and I deserved to get my ass whacked really hard. Well, too bad, I wouldn’t do it. Actually, I might have done it for some ridiculously high price, but none of them had enough money for that.***By the beginning of the second freshmen semester in February 1974, all of this was starting to take a toll on me. I was feeling numb, although I didn’t quite realize it yet. I hadn’t been on a regular date. Lying on her bed was the costume. I looked out her window to make sure her car was gone before I got undressed in her room. I have to admit she went all out on the costume. It was not one of the cheap Walmart costumes as it had real muscles and was made well, yet the helmet was crap. I realized my sudden predicament. As soon as I spoke I would be caught. I went to my room and grabbed my voice activated Iron Man helmet that would distort my voice. I returned to her room, put on the outfit and. "Gees this place looks like a college basketball arena." I said."Most of the time it is," Reggie replied. There will be good crowds both nights, according to Joan. There are very few live shows that come here. So she thinks even though the music is rap, some folk will come just for something to do. Those, the college kids, and local teenagers both white and black, should make for a couple of good shows."The roadies were already hard at work setting up the equipment for the night's show. I.