"Bill, it's Andy. How are you?" Fine, thank you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call," he chuckled."Can I buy you lunch and get some advice at ...he same time?" I like the lunch idea," he chuckled, "but you know what they say about free advice." Yeah ... you get what you pay for. On the other hand, you're one guy I have confidence you'll steer me in the right direction." Very flattering, Andy, but if this is about your divorce, I'm not available." No, no, nothing like that. I wouldn't do. Although her hair was darker, the spray of freckles remained. It was Melissa. She was now in her mid-twenties. And she looked like hell. ‘Nathan,’ I said in a low voice, ‘I think I know this woman. She’s the stepdaughter of a guy at my college. Her name’s Melissa.’ ‘Good!’ he replied. ‘ Can you take her home?’ I found her driver’s license and checked the address, an apartment in the low rent part of town. ‘Yeah, I’ll see she gets home.’ But Melissa spent the night in my guest bedroom. I had. Dinnerwould be at seven so he should relax and enjoy, I told him. Finally Ileft my kimono and his old dressing gown, which I hadn't thrown out, onthe bed for him to choose from.I set our dining table with our best diner set, some glasses andcutlery. I lit several candles and dimmed the lights, setting the scenefor what I hoped would be a romantic evening. With some appropriate musicplaying in the background I began to prepare my special diner.As the hall clock softly chimed seven Chris appeared. She wanted a camp full of dicks to be proud of, not this bullshit."Somebody better call in the camp Administrator and let them know we let a couple of bitches in! Where the ... is it hiding up your ass, Private?" Ma'am, no Ma'am!" His eyes grew wide as his shocked, red face illuminated with embarrassment.The Sergeant did not care how he felt about his size, she only cared how she felt about it. "Private! Explain this to me right now or I swear to God I will find out myself! Where is your dick?.