” She spun round and turned on the CD player on an adjacent bench, adjusting the volume slightly to make it quieter. “My turn for a lap dance. Fro... you.”Michelle was shocked, she thought they’d had the lap dance portion of the night. She took a minute to gather her wits, before pouring herself another drink and draining it in one. Dutch courage was required, for although she’d secretly fantasised about a lap dance, she’d always been doing it for a man – either Ryan, her husband, or since last. In the space of an hour Jethro had reached his solitary cottage, laid the strange woman tenderly on his own bed, lit a fire to brew tea. Soldier's tea, they had called it in the desert - it could bring a wounded man round and give him the fire to keep fighting. As he stirred, he felt old aches and pains reassert themselves. Twenty years, he thought, twenty years wedded to the sword for a king now dead, and all I have to show for it are scars and silver hair. Now he hunted, sold furs, and. “Would you like to do anything elsewhile your here?” Her voice had an unknown quality about it.Would you believe the first reaction I had was to run as fast as Icould out of there? But thankfully I controlled myself. She kickedoff her black high heels, and the sound echoed around her silentoffice. At that moment I realized that I had a hard-on, large andthrobbing, trying to force itself through my pants. I saw her eyeslook down onto my lap about the same time I thought of it,. "Now Captain Jack will take you to get your uniforms altered so that youmeet our standards."I followed the Captain out to a staff car with diplomatic plates. He hadme place my uniforms in the trunk then we drove to a small shop offbase. Entering the darkened shop I was blinded coming from the brightsunlight outside.A gaudily dressed older woman came out from behind a curtain and greetedthe Captain."is this the new one you told me about?" she asked loudly."Indeed please start getting her.