After the funeral, daddy, with a surprised look on his face, told me that were we not going back to Germany. The Army was sending him to Ft. Leonard W...od, in the middle of nowhere, Missouri. I would later find out daddy was surprised to be going there because it was an engineering base, not a major hub of intelligence.For the next four years we lived in a little two-bedroom apartment provided by the Army. I began school the next year in the Fall of 1981 and was so bored I came home at the end. Scrawled on the box were the words, ‘From Mom and Dad.’ I was careful not to spill any tomato sauce on my workbook.That evening, I worked through the first practical exercises in the entire book. I guess they figured they should answer the age-old question, ‘When am I ever going to use Algebra?’ I figured at the rate the class was going, no one else would get that far before the end of the year. They’d still have the question as they dropped their last worksheet in the basket by the door and. They, too, were in the throes of an intense orgasm, but rather than bowing up, they were pushing back into their Asmodeus.My orgasm continued and the river of fire kept flowing out of me and out of me and out of me and out of me until I lost consciousness.I awoke at midnight on the couch in my apartment. My hand was inside my soft shorts with my fingers buried deep within my flooded cunt.“That was a really weird dream,” I said aloud. “Nice... and satisfying,” I added, “but really weird.”I. No need to hurry; i was going to enjoy it.I had no idea where the rest of my family was. Father was probably still at work, sister at school and mother shopping. I left my room door ajar to hear if any of them came home, but i felt safe so i carried on playing with myself. Little did i know!I was almost on the vinegar strokes when i heard the sound of a door opening across the landing. It took several seconds before it really registered, or before i could do anything about it. My door suddenly.