For a split second I thought it had all been a dream, until I realised I was wearing something unusual and turning my head I saw my Grandma smiling at...me. “morning sleepy head” she said. I spluttered a response but must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She asked me to help her up to the toilet and have a wash. I agreed instantly then hesitated to get out of bed due to my attire. She just laughed and said “I thought we had got over that”. Smiling I got out of bed and went to her. It's two great virtues in my eye were that it was very short, and that it buttoned all the way up the front, from hem to neckline. Actually just the thought of her wearing it kind of excited me.“No,” she said, not sounding mean, just letting me know she wanted to go another direction. “I'm going to wear a white blouse and my green skirt.” I knew she'd look nice in anything, but in her blouse and skirt, she'd look like a college girl, perhaps; a conservative college girl. I think it kind of. . while I had been thinking about that (and was it taking me a long time to think things through?) he'd said something about my breadsticks. I hadn't really heard him, but a voice in my head was telling me that Of COURSE good girls could deep-throat a breadstick.Several times during the meal, I caught him appraising me with his eyes, caught his glance at my breasts. When I scowled, he simply said, "Your breasts deserve a man's attention, dont they?" and I suddenly realized they did. I began to. After being checked by doctors and debriefed by superiors, Callie and Amy had returned to their apartment off-bass in Germany. They'd been given two weeks of furlough to recover and recuperate.The minute the door closed behind them, Callie collapsed in teary sobs. Amy had hugged her, comforting her best friend. She knew how close to death they'd really come, and as Callie's seat was behind hers on the aircraft, she'd come even closer.But Callie stopped crying suddenly and pressed her lips to.