What purpose did they really serve?She took a breath and bobbed her head under again, gliding around through the water like a mermaid. She'd never bee... so happy to have Spring Break, which allowed her all the time she wanted to enjoy the hedonism of Annabelle's world.Annabelle had taught her a particularly mind-blowing technique the other night: They prepared early, both her and Annabelle having a drink of a concoction that included a mix of both of their blood with a few particular herbs. Then. ”“Rare, but not impossible,” said a woman in the back, clearly older than the other pledges.“Correct Miss...”“Gleason. Journey Gleason.”“Right, our veteran.”Journey Gleason was unlike the other young women in the room. Instead of coming to college straight from high school like many of her pledge class, she had spent the previous four years as a hospital corpsman in the United States Navy. She was stationed on the USS Jackson in San Diego, California, and at the Naval hospital on the Camp. After a few more drinks it was time for me to relieve my bladder and I headed for the restrooms. As I was moving through the crowd I noticed that not only the guys that were with Camille and me had noticed us dancing. I got interested stares and winks from guys and girls everywhere, some even having the balls to grab my ass as I went by. I couldn't care any less about people looking, the grabs and pinches were the things that irritated me beyond measure, and sure enough the next time it. I wonder if you will show. I wonder if it is the police that will come instead. I am confident with the canyons and bluffs in this area I can even loose a helicopter if they try to catch me. Hell, there were likely 20 or 30 other desert riders in the area and you could only give them a scant description at best. DNA would get me but I am counting on you not reporting it.Your arousal had both surprised and pleased me. Such passion and sensuality in so beautiful a woman too. I had paid the tow.