"Funny, I thought you were wearing panties when we left, those sexy little red ones as I remember."Tori tried to sit up and pull her dress down, blush...ng fiercely."What was that dripping out of your cunt and down your leg, looked like cum didn't it." Tori was silent. Jim looked around, everyone looked away. He saw one couple moving back through the sliding doors to the yard and pool. He noticed that a couple of women had expectant looks on their faces, staring at them with feral intensity. Jim. “So, Jon, tell me about any stressful situations you’ve been in and how you feel being back in the real world.”I stared at him. What the fuck did he know about anything except the real world? “Well, I’ve had the dream about my actions in Afghanistan a couple of times, but only portions of it now. I don’t dream the entire action. I also don’t have much stress in my life, so I don’t feel like I have PTSD at all. I’m not working or going to school. I decided to take a couple of months off and. They were very close and she had been there for him when Veronica had left him. Once again anger coursed through him.This was a new experience for him, anger with and at Veronica. The instance after the Christmas Party had surprised him. Previously any thought of her brought sadness and wishful thinking of what might have been. The anger was almost cathartic. It was liberating and invigorating: much better then mournful wistfulness.There were carols on the radio and he sang along with them in. I thought about commanding her to take off her blouse, but I managed to control myself. Nevertheless, we did manage to watch the game. "So what would you like for dinner? I thought we could order some takeout and open a bottle of wine." I said. "I love Italian food and there is this great little Italian place that that has takeout service, Master." she replied. "Italian it is then!" I replied, dialing the number she gave me since I already knew what I was going to.