If Carol was flustered, she didn’t show it. There was just the slighted hint of pink creeping up her cheeks. “So, you and your family decided to...stay. That’s great.” “No family, just me. I’ve never been married. I refused to do that while I was being sent all over the world. That’s no life for a family, being left alone, sometimes wondering if their soldier would return.” Carol nodded. “I know. My husband was a career Marine. He made it through Viet Nam, but he was killed in the Gulf. ” Was all that it said. Looks like I had a date tomorrow morning. I won’t lie to you, I had a spring in my step the rest of the way back.I was looking at the Stars and Stripes newspaper when I heard a “Morning, this seat taken?” I put the paper down and looked up. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a Pink Floyd T-shirt, and a pair of Merrill boots. Her hair was in a ponytail and looped through the back of a Penn State ball cap. There was that funny feeling in my lower abdominal region again.“Hey,. I twisted around to grab some more stuff and to see where her eyes were.'Yesss!' I thought, as her eyes were clearly glued to my ass.She didn't see me looking at her and she looked a little flustered. I moved a few feet to make certain that she was watching me closely, and got my confirmation because her eyes never left my ass. I rushed out of the room with an armful of stuff and put it in the laundry room. I paused in the laundry room to assess my situation and chances. She had definitely been. “I guess you’re Jones’ relief?” I asked, standing up.“The myth, the legend.” she replied, and added a chuckle at the end.I stepped out to a Latin guard no taller than my chin. I guess with guard work, size didn’t matter. She probably had some training and maybe she could take on the female inmates. She had some meat on her bones so maybe that gave her an advantage as well. With such heavy breasts though, they had to get in the way. Even the button up shirt was straining to contain them. It was.