He smiled, slapping her ass.They were kissing, fondling one another when her phone buzzed about 20 minutes later. Denise sat up, looking to her phone...in shock.“Well?” Henry asked. Denise grabbed it, reading the text reply form Tyrell. “Hey, yes, how are you Denise?”“Holy crap!” Denise said.Henry grinned. “Well how are you?”She texted back “Great and you?”A few minutes later, she received a reply. “I’m well. Finished college, settling in, moved up to Charleston, SC.”“What?!?!” Denise. . me... I had to test it.In the Command area, I entered "Correct hair length to Navy standards for 1980." (I was long overdue for a haircut, even by my current un-military standards, and this would provide a harmless but dramatic test. I clicked the "send" button.Suddenly, I felt a bit of a tingle. I touched my beard - definitely shorter. I felt the back of my neck. That old, familiar military taper met my fingers and I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I stared. It had looked better. They all wanted to stay and visit with Janie. "If you all want to go shopping, go ahead. I will reimburse what you spend on Janie's credit card," I told them. That set them all off, Janie included.Marty and I shot the breeze on the trip down to Phenix City. He said Momma was doing alright. She had gone downhill some, but wasn't dying. We showed up at a coin and gold shop. We went inside and asked the proprietor if he bought gold. He allowed that he did and when I showed it to him, he asked. MMmm!”“Good girl...keep going! And if you clean them good enough, you can take them home with you!”I sucked on those nylon feet with all I had. After 5 minutes, she stood up, went to get her phone, and called someone.“Hi Thomas, it’s mommy here!” She held a finger on the mic. and slapped me. “Keep sucking my feet, Jennifer! Do you want these pantyhose or not?”“Yes Mistress...I really want them so bad!”“Mom?? Hello, Mom? You there?”“Yes son, I’m here. I'm lying in the bathtub taking a bubble.