Frankly, it has been getting to me.We met when I was admitted to her clinic with injuries sustained in an auto accident. I was twenty-two at the time ...nd just about to head off to basic training. I'd done the ROTC thing in college, and I was about to be given my second lieutenant's bars. The fucking accident would delay me for several weeks.At any rate, Cali was my triage nurse and it was clear to me, when we met, that she wanted to talk. I, not being the shy type, asked her if she would be. She had assured him that he was going to feceive their second round n her pussy. James had shown her that she could make love with the back door in the water over a year ago. Then, if she released her bowels, it wouldn't matter. She had liked it before knowing this trick, but now she LOVED it. It was very nearly as good as being fucked in her pussy.Her Mom had agreed, and had told her that, with self-training, she could learn yo take it in the ass without crapping. Carl was giving it to her. Especially when you’re drunk. “Can I help you?” I asked, noticing that she was dolled up compared to her usual attire that I had always seen her in. “What are you doing in…oh wait, this isn’t my apartment. I’m so sorry!” she said, using the door frame to keep her balance. “No, you live in the building across from here,” I pointed in the opposite direction, making sure to appreciate her looks when she turned away from me. “Wow, I feel so stupid…drunk…” she mumbled before smiling at me and. She looked very tan and healthy. We hugged and I couldsmell her perfume. She was a little red in the face and I was getting aflash back to college life. When the little freshmen would come knockingat my door to see what loving on the other side was like. And for a second I wondered ifthat is what this was about. Pam came in and I put on the kettle for sometea. We started talking about everything, our moms and families, all theold friends that we have seen and who has kids and all the gossip.