” Then he stood, removed his robe, and strode to the bed, carrying the cruet of oil. I followed, losing my robe as well. Marty stretched out on the...bed on his back. “For this next part,” he said, “I will need to be very hard. Are you ready for the next step?” “Yes,” I replied. “Good, then I want you to lube my cock with the olive oil and bring me to the edge.” Well, while it had been decades since I had last beat Marty’s meat, this part would be easy. The olive oil had an interesting feel when. My room is 3 sharing and on 3rd floor, the women of the story who took me to ecstasy land stays on 4th floor in the same building. That particular night she had sneaked into my room.After 2hrs of pillow talking she went back to her room. I was laying there on my bed wondering what had happened and admired her courage. I was too happy. But not sure when I fell asleep. Morning when I woke up, my roommate was like “dude you look so happy, had an awesome dream?” That hit me. I was like what. My hand felt as if it wasmoving on it own as I reached out and grabbed the necklace. "Gimme that!"The girl froze when I yanked at the necklace. It had broken more easilythan I had expected and slithered almost snakelike from her loosened grip.Then, slowly, she faded away. I reached out to where the girl had been andfound nothing but empty air. I was barely able to whisper, "Whathappened?"I looked up at the old man, who was shaking his head and sighing. "Youmade your choice, Jessie. For what. “I just don’t see one here. Just because I happened to get hurt a lot right before deployments doesn’t mean there’s a pattern. There’s plenty of deployments where I didn’t get hurt, right?”“Well ... yeah, I suppose that’s true,” Gath had to admit. “However, when you do get hurt, it always seems to be the day before a deployment, right?”“That don’t mean nothing,” she said. “It’s just a coincidence.”“Of course,” Gath said. “And the fact that we can never find anything wrong with you is another.