‘You just close your eyes and rest if you’re tired, it’s probably two or three hours.’ I open my eyes again as a sudden thought enters my hea.... I twist my head so I’m looking up at you and ask ‘You’re SURE you didn’t get the silly champagne glass hottub room?’ Just as before I can feel your laugh before I actually hear it, and you lean down to drop a kiss against my lips, while your eyes stay focused on the traffic. ‘I’m positive,’ you tell me ‘Just relax baby, you’ll see.’ I close my eyes. There was a car waiting for us, driven by a smart WAAF Sergeant, who couldn’t possibly be more than twenty years old. She was only expecting one passenger to take to the AOC, but she cheerfully accepted Mrs Jones as my secretary and told us that was no problem.Neither would it be a problem at the gate, the WAAF Sergeant assured us, as apparently “Brass Hats” and Air Ministry visitors brought miscellaneous secretarial ladies along for the trip all the time.The WAAF Sergeant informed Mary that. I never knew where he would take me but he still wanted the ass hole and not the cunt. When we were without Emily I was told how to dress and what to do. One weekend some of his guy friends came over to watch the game and I was supposed to be gone but my plans cancelled and I thought I would just stay in my room. Soon there was a knock at the door and one of his buddies came in. He said David told him he could fuck my brains out and I would let him. I saw David glaring at me from the hall. I considered my faith as moderately serious because I feared that I would not be able to have as much fun that I hoped in the future I would eventually experience. Within University I did go to church every Sunday, and bible study right after as well as on Wednesday and Thursday. I convinced myself that if I became closer with God that maybe I could be a door man or something because of my sexuality (heterosexuals get all the fun). So as I watched the pastor from the pews my mind sometimes.