.. I wanted to add but I didn't. "What about you? What's keeping you so busy that you can't pick up the phone and call me or at least text me."Gary si...hed. "So it's like that?" I'm just saying..." Look babe, I'm sorry ok? I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, but you have to understand that school is kicking my ass right now. I've been so busy and plus I've decided to join a frat."I raised a brow. "You want to join a frat? I thought you weren't into frats?"Gary shrugged. "I wasn't before. S.F.C. Elisabeth Dobkin. SergeantDobkin had recovered from a very chancy belly wound and had been postedwith Trace and told to help her acclimate to her new gender over time.Her first words to Trace were,"Hi, Trace, call me Betty."Because they were of equal rank, there was no need for eitherdeference, or authoritative assumption. The two women werefundamentally equals, just as if they were two civilians. Trace foundit rather refreshing and answered,Hello, Betty, looks like the two of us are. I was disappointed by this, to which he explained that it was too late and we had to have lunch. Both of us served the food for our plates and shifted to the living room. We had lunch while were cracking jokes and watching some comedy programme. After having lunch he invited me to his bedroom, and made me sit on his (but its now, ours) cot and came closer to me, sat against me and kissed me on me lips again. We smooched for a very long time and slowly parted and stood up. We hugged while. He drove us down to an isolated track to the South Gare light house while he stroked my nipples with one hand – I let my hand rest on his hard cock and stroked it through his silky trousers. He was moaning and almost crashed – we eventually arrived and parked near some sand dunes. We kissed some more as he stroked my nipples but he couldn’t reach my bra as I was wearing a dress rather than a top as on the previous night. So he let his hand slowly ride up under my dress reaching my stocking tops.