Her eyes locked on mine and nothing was said for a long time. Her eyes filled with tears and she asked, "You have names and addresses of the men who v...sit her?"I nodded. She asked, "Can I see the list?"I nodded again. We left the chow hall and walked to my billet. We sat by my laptop and I brought up the list. It was in time of visit order not alphabetical. Still, it took less than thirty seconds for the Lt. to spot the name she looked for, Jackson Franklyn. Days and times were listed beside. There were only 2 other guys in the theater with us. That was no surprise, since this was more of an indie film and it had been out for nearly a month. Luckily for us they were towards the front away from us. Things were working out in our favor.Walker and I wolf down our snacks before the previews are finished. Tyler and Mike savor their snacks and make them last. Normally, I'd be a little annoyed I don't have anything for the rest of the movie, but tonight was different. We were on a. I did wish I was a real shopper. I was finding some nice bargains on undergarments and other sexy items. But, of course, I don't have much need anymore for such garments. Sighing softly, I replaced the objects of my desire and turned to move on to the next department.A light tap, followed by an embarrassed throat clearing caught me as I was entering households. "Uh... miss, you'll have to leave the store." I looked over the nice young man in his nice clean suit, smiled and shook my head "no".. Every little bump or touch would send me in a bodily bliss.With all the discipline I could gather I did not give in to the temptation to relief my sexual frustrations. I wanted to save it for the weekend. How I longed for someone to go down on me, to pleasure me, to make me orgasm, to send me into orbital bliss. Martin was never able to do that and for the last fourteen years of our twenty-year marriage, he didn’t even touch me. All my knowledge gathered from books would be put to the test that.