He pushed the door in and entered the studio waiting area. The two people sparring continued for a couple minutes more before stopping for a breather....The woman grabbed a towel and dried herself off before walking over to him. She was about five foot seven, looked in great shape with a pretty face and her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail."Hello, can I help you?" she asked with a smile."Hi, I'm looking into a self defence class to start with and remembered you were just down the street. In fact, I won’t wait.”Tara dropped the nightgown onto the bed and turned to face Kyle. Looking into his eyes, she unbuttoned the one button on his polo shirt, reached for the bottom of the shirt, and proceeded to pull it over his head. She then pushed him until he was sitting on the bed, slipped his shoes off, followed by his socks. Pulling him to his feet, she unbuckled his belt before releasing the five buttons holding his jeans closed.“Uh, Tara,” Kyle stammered, “I’m going commando.”“Good,”. “IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”Sergeant Briscoe answered, “YES, SIR!” and the moment was over. He turned to the rest of the men and shouted, “Third Platoon, PRESENT ARMS!” and the men came to attention. I returned their salute, and Briscoe ordered, “ORDER ARMS!”I turned back to the sergeant and held my arms out to him to be cuffed. He had a furious look on his face, and my hands were grabbed and wrenched behind my back, where steel handcuffs were placed on them. Then he and the corporal frog-marched me. It just happened to be my step-brother Aaron's. He was just standing in his room naked when I walked in on him. I don’t even remember the real reason why I walked in there without knocking. You see, I’ve always looked up to my older step-brother. When my real mother died after giving birth to me, my father remarried another woman a few years later. That's when I met him. I was about four at the time. He was two years older than me and he was my champion, so I always came up with excuses to try.