A moment later: "Yay! It's okay; she was going to check up on a house with some clients anyway." Well, great!" I squealed. "I'll be over in five minut...s, okay?" She lived a couple blocks away and often walked to my house. "Mkay, seeyah!" Adios!"I pressed the red button on my phone and laid back on my bed. My room was upstairs, fairly large - 16' by 13'? - and my bed was in the center. The queen my father had used as a child, it had a big white comforter on it, which was extra- soft and very. I put Al’s discarded t-shirt under me so I won’t get pussy juice all over the chair and sat back down to enjoy the show.It didn’t take long for Brian’s cock to be resurrected. As soon as he was ready he ordered Al to stretch out on the floor. I had to tell him to wait while I get them a towel. No sense staining the carpet. I fetched a towel from the linen closet and tossed it to Al. she spread it out and stretched out on top of it. She held her arms out to Brian and with a huge smile on her. The only part of her sentence left was the waiting until July 2, and then, freedom. Eloisa knew that sometimes criminals looked back at the final part of their sentences, the weeks between the final switching and actual freedom, as the happiest time of their lives. The anticipation of freedom is very present in their minds, with none of the disappointments and hardships that invariably accompany a person's ability to exercise free will. Eloisa would have to be careful with her impending. It was all light and happy and fun, then all the sudden he's talking about love and need and saying we should come out so we'd get discharged. We went from friends with benefits to lovers with bad chicken dinners in a heartbeat." Bad chicken dinners?" Sorry. Bad Conduct Discharges, BCDs. It's what they give you for coming out.Bad chicken dinner is the slang. Everything's got slang in the Navy."He grinned at that, and there was a moment's silence."How long were you together?" he finally asked, I.