" No problem," Heather told her. "I'll drop it in sometime next week, if that's alright?"Miss Grey was silent for a moment before she replied. "I'm a...raid it's not, you see the last three people who have left all said the same thing but I'm still waiting for their uniforms." Oh but I'll return it," Heather assured her. Miss Grey looked thoughtful for a moment but then sighed and said, "No, I'm sorry, you'll have to leave it now, I can't afford to lose another one." But I've nothing else with. ”“I’m bored.”“Well, watch TV or something but…”“Kisses first,” she commanded him.He groaned but plopped himself on the couch anyway. She sat next to him, turned towards him, one booted leg slung over his.“What’d you do all day?” he asked, glancing at her knees, her breasts, her neck.“Making videos.”“Nude? Please tell me no.”She laughed and stared at his lips. “No. Fashionista videos.”“What is that?”“I show off my wardrobe.” She kissed his cheek. “My thigh-highs and my pretty dresses and my cute. The truck ground to a halt as I dug behind the seat for an old tarp. Walking to the front of the truck, I screamed out to the grunts peering out of the back. ‘BE ADVISED, THE FIRST HEAD I SEE POPPING AROUND THE SIDE OF THE TRUCK WILL GET A BULLET BETWEEN THE EYES. The PFC here has to pee and she would like some privacy, ANY QUESTIONS GENTLEMEN?’ I barked. I held the worn canvass up and watched as she ran to the other side. I heard the splatter of a heavy stream hit the soft dirt, within seconds. Besides, you’ve got a busy day ahead of you and you need your energy.”The girls began to tuck into their breakfast, sharing excited glances and furtive grins between mouthfuls.After swallowing a tasty piece of bacon, Alyssa looked at John curiously. “How did you avoid waking me this morning? Normally your mind’s buzzing with thoughts.”“I decided to be thoughtless, to let you have a lie-in,” he replied, with particular emphasis on the word. “While I was making breakfast, I hummed lullabies to.