I wondered if she knew how much she was torturing me. I choose to think she didn’t know or else I might not have been able to forgive her cruelty.�...Sure. Do you need help?“Nope, it’s USB.”I couldn’t help peeking at the photos that came up on the monitor, photos of things from around the neighborhood: a weather worn mailbox with the red flag raised surrounded by orange daylilies, an overstuffed garbage can at the curb with the reflection off the bottles inside making it appear they were the eyes. She pulled his head into her skirt and he was immediately confronted with the smell of cotton, chlorine and sex. “Take my skirt off.” He obliged her request and pulled the waist of her skirt slowly down her hips. His anticipation built as her skin slowly appeared above the blue fabric and finally exposing the blue and white striped cotton bikini. She pushed her hips towards his face as the skirt finally collected at her ankles and she lift her feet one by one, kicking the skirt away. “Does it. If there were problems. Grace was impressed.The base Commander was, however ... shall we say ... livid?"The sooner you two ... officers ... are off my base, the better."The disdain present in his pronunciation of the word officers managed to make it a dirty word ... similar to fucking idiot or mentioning that we had only one locatable ancestor and she never married. We were careless children, unfit to grace his base with our presence.He sent us to the base psychiatrist ... who sent us back with. It is physical work but well within the general female physical makeup. Actually, they're often better at it than the men -- they tend to have a better aesthetic sense and they produce beautiful work."I don't know if Mr. Matthews told you..."Mr. Matthews broke in, "Bob, here at home, I'm Don. This is..." He looked over at his wife questioningly, and she nodded. "Ana. And I'm sure this other lady here is not Miss Shanahan."I got his point. "Thank you, Don, I appreciate it. But anyway, if Don.