She was a barrister here to give a lecture about the law. She walked into the room so confidently and began to speak immediately. Her voice was smooth...with a soft but slightly posh accent. I didn’t study very much law in that class but instead spent it studying her body. I found myself wanting to be between her legs, wanting to taste her juices, wanting her to hold me and look after me in a way that I never wanted anyone else to before.I never expected to have a chance with a woman like Erica.. They were all mine, and I was going home to them. When the Grumman F-14 Tomcat engine flamed out on a flight with me in it, I knew I would survive because Karen waited. I was on my way from the Eisenhower to Saudi Arabia. It was January 16, 1991, the day before we started air combat. I didn’t worry; the pilot and I ran through the restart engine routines. Each effort failed until our last Hail Mary attempt. It should not have worked—the book said it would not—but it did.A half-dozen times I saw. "The girl nodded. "Sorry." Just call the captain when you are ready; tell him where and when, and he will send the next one on his schedule. Never choose one by name, understand? They are, theoretically all the same."The girl nodded and licked her lips. She had been allowed to observe the last swearing in of new members of the Queens' Own Lancers, as the palace guard was properly known. The novices had appeared before her mother naked, gleaming with oil, their phalluses fully engorged but not. My hand slides up her back and unfastens her bra. She laughs as she slowly removes her bra and throws it across the room. My eyes follow its flight to meet Derek's. How could I forget her boyfriend was here? My initial reaction is to be shamed, but I notice the greedy, eager way he is watching us and realization has finally dawned on me. His unabashed interest only fuels my arousal and I give him a knowing smile. I pull off my own shirt and bra, and then return my mouth to hers. Our kiss.