Your hand seems to touch all my exposed flesh, moving slowly up and down my spine, my side, my tummy. Never an improper touch, and yet, I know how muc... you want me. I know how I am affecting you. Your hand on my tummy moves slowly upward to the single hook holding this bra closed. We look intently at each other as you unhook my bra. It separates, just a little. your finger moves gently up and down between my breasts. I have goosebumps all over my arms from your touch. My back arches and I press. But I have to have the rest of the week to study and look for a job. Okay?"I grinned. "Sure!"We cleaned up a little, as I had left some record albums lying about, and Martha Jane made phone calls while she polished her shoes. Still in her slip, she went into the bedroom and started making the bed. When I went in there to help her we were almost finished when she asked me to sit on the bed and started undoing my jeans. I told her I thought she had to get dressed for her interviews and then get. She was still hanging tough, and the sleep and hot food did her a lot of good.Friday was spent turning in the equipment that we had been issued here and out-processing following a briefing on the Airborne Operation that we would be participating in tomorrow, Saturday, the second of December. There would be no pass on finishing this phase. We would be parachuted into Camp James E. Rudder (Auxiliary Field #6) at Eglin Air Force Base in Florida. We would finally be getting to Florida, but not the. I’m just going to check my emails and social media.A quick couple of minutes, and I was done. My so called friends from school… Well, they’re all jet setting around the world and updating their instagrams. Social media was a boon for them, showing off their amazing socialite lifestyles. It wasn’t a boon for me. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t regret my situation, but it made me feel that I can’t socialise with my peers. I no longer have anything in common with them.So I tried to do things regular.