How my brother had treated me. How my father had allowed them to treat me. If he had stood up for me even once before yesterday, I might have been abl... to reconcile with him at least. But as I told him, too little, too late.Lee stroked my hair as I cried, her other hand stroking up and down my back. I wasn't sure how long I had been crying when I heard the front door open. "Lee, it's Elaine." She announced herself.I felt the rage come roaring back as I jumped to my feet. Lee rose with me,. After torturous minutes we finally arrived, andwhen the door closed behind us I turned and locked my lips against his,tongues reaching, bodies pressed together, hands caressing every curve,every contour, grasping and kneading."You ready for the rest of your wish?" I said when we finally pulledfree. He'd barely started to nod when I reached for his belt, kneeling asI worked it free and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along withhis boxers to reveal my prize. It was halfway at attention. So please take assurance in the fact that help is here and more is on the way."He took a few breaths and looked around at the sea of faces staring back at him from behind their helmets. "People," he said, "I fully understand why some of you are doing this but desertion is starting to become a serious problem out here. I know that right now many of you are contemplating leaving before the next phase of this battle begins, particularly those of you in the anti-tank platoons. It was you folks,. It was a good place for a night out although I couldnever have imagined myself out here as I was now, the first thing Inoticed as a got out of the car was the breeze on my stocking clad legsand up my short skirt. It wasn't that it was cold, in fact it was apleasantly warm evening; it was just that I felt so exposed, almostnaked in such a short flimsy garment.The other thing I realised is just how difficult it is to get out of acar in a little mini-skirt and heels. You have to swing your legs.