Big fucking deal. So sue me, I'll be putting them on my web site." He looked over at me and told me "The offer still stands, noon tomorrow." He laughe... as he walked away.We began to sober up pretty quick. We headed back to the condo and began to talk about it. "We can't let him post those pictures of us on the internet. Christ, it could mess up our cheerleading agreement. We didn't get any kind of prior permission," said Cybil."We need to get those disks from him. Maybe he'll sell them to us,". I continued to keep a big-as- life picture in my mind of how she would have looked if I had been able to see her drop that towel those years before.Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident, and Beth and I buried them in a cemetery near the farm. We didn't want to sell the farm house because it held so many warm memories for us, so we kept the house and several acres around it and sold the rest of the farm. The property had substantially accrued in value, and we each got a good sum of money. “Alright, I can ask Vasiliev for clearance to visit the firing range. I’ll go find him, he was still in the gym last I saw.”We were granted permission to visit the firing range, and when we arrived, we found it mostly deserted. It was lunchtime, after all, most of the personnel would have been eating. There were two Marines occupying a couple of booths, however. They weren’t wearing their black combat armor, but I was more than familiar enough with rank insignias to recognize them. They were. He had fucked me into submission the night before me and then shaved my from head to toe as I lay in state of total relaxation, exhaustion and ecstasy. When he left for the evening, I found a new outfit for me to try on and a note saying he’d be back tomorrow evening at six. The shaking and quivering started back again. He tried to soothe me by rubbing my shoulders, but I could feel my pendant clip-on earrings bobbing about like chandeliers in an earthquake. When lifted his hands, I fell.