Well, maybe those are the wrong words but they're the best I can find. I had a lot of time to think about myself, my past, my present, but not my futu...e, because I know that my future is not in my hands so I don't waste too much of my time thinking about it.What has changed most though is the relationship between my Mistress and me. Of course she's the Mistress, I'm her slave, nothing has changed about that, quite to the contrary. If anything, it's even more like that than ever before. But. That, or me being very curious and sliding up and down in my seat may also had been a factor, too. But in all its glory, hard-core fucking appeared on a gigantic screen in front of me. Naked men and women doing everything. I was fascinated with the big thing that made all the women scream and make all sorts of crying sounds. I also noticed there were no mommies or girls any where around us in the theatre. Only lots and lots of men. Smoke filled and cloudy, the small, blackened room was filled. The Sergeant is probably as crazy as you were. He hardly gets back here before he volunteers for the next shit mission. He’s spent more time overseas than half the battalion. I don’t know what drives him - he doesn’t have anything else to prove, but he acts like it. I’m not saying he’s dangerous except to the bad guys, it’s just he keeps driving. We’ve both seen it before ... been there – adrenaline junkies.”“Thanks for the assessment Pete. I hope I get a chance to meet him. By the way, when is. We chatted catching up on old times; one of the first things I asked was why she wasn’t still at NAU. Apparently what happened was during the last semester her roommate, who I never meet, snuck some beer into their room, and the dorms have an incredibly strict policy about alcohol. When the roommate was caught they were both expelled from the university. The entire time she talked it was a struggle to keep my eyes on her face and not on her tits, which were just as glorious as I remembered.