The cell phone rang while I was trying on a pair of sneakers, and suddenly I had two and a half hours to kill. I chose the restaurant because of its f...mous chicken tenders, free popcorn and big screen TV’s. No tables were available, but I didn’t mind eating at the bar. Ten minutes later, they settled on the stools next to me, sharp khaki camouflage uniforms, maroon berets, two weeks back from Afghanistan. I wasn’t drinking, but they were. Two hours later, they staggered back toward the. The old saying absence makes the heart grow fonder, well in this case abstinence makes the desire stronger.This was soon discovered as Jason placed his right hand across onto Jane's right leg, his fingers were d****d over onto the inside of her leg. Jane felt the rush of old desires, felt a tingling, felt a yearning. Jason remembering how soft her skin was. She sat there motionless trying to fight back the emotions of the moment however Jason began to slowly trace the end of his fingers up. It's..." Then if it's not what I think it is, take it out and show me," she said with an eyebrow raised. I paused for a moment, with my silence answering her question, admitting that I was actually aroused.She gave me a sympathetic smirk and looked as though she was debating herself. "I'll tell you what; You've been a tremendous help to me the way you've sacrificed your time so that I could have these results. So...if you're interesting, I would be willing to help you with that." You. It had been a good morning, but now she was dying for a cup of tea – and her stomach was beginning to make grumbling noises.Mrs Rogers glanced across at her."Have you done ALL that?" she asked with a note of surprise."Yes." Miranda nodded with a smile. "It was pretty much all typing, and as my CV said - I'm VERY good at typing." I suppose that you are..." Mrs Rogers acknowledged begrudgingly. She opened her mouth to issue more instructions, just as Peter walked through the door."I thought I'd.