If I pull this up . . . some more?" Emma didn't open her eyes or answer. She just nodded her head "yes". Mike pushed the T-shirt up and got his first ...ook at the delicious goodies it had been hiding. Sure enough, her breasts were beginning to fill out . . . perhaps a little bit slower than other girls her age. The small mounds were about the diameter of a large lemon but maybe, just maybe, a half-inch high. The nipples weren't quite as big as pencil erasers but looked even harder, at least for. She swerved around like a joystick, slashing at each cadet and sending them sprawling back. Other cadets took their place, trying to put up a continuous assault. She continued to move without reason, spinning on a single point or moving back and forth from horizontal to vertical. She was like a buoy in the ocean, as no matter how far she leaned back, be it dodging or blocking an attack, she’d shoot right back up and counterattack. As long as her heel or toes were touching the ground, gravity. Joe was nice but she needed to do her job. We agreed to talk after she got off of work the next day. I invited her out for dinner but she told me she had to be there for her kids but that I could come to her place and talk with her there. I could even have dinner with them if I liked macaroni and cheese."Tell you what Carmen, I'll stop by and pick up a pizza and we can have that. Is pepperoni and cheese alright?"She smiled, "That would be great but you better bring two pizzas. My eight year old. " OK" I said, "I'll leave the army and get a civvy job!"Pippa kissed me, softly and lovingly. "Oh Dewey, you love the army, it's your life. You'd end up hating me if you left on my account," she kissed me again, this time a bit more passionately, "but thank you for contemplating the sacrifice."She gave a little sigh and continued. "In a way I'm making the same sacrifice, for love of you. If I married you it would end with you hating the frumpy old granny that forced you to leave the life you.