Mr. Olson was a decent teacher. He was conscientious and tried to help his students understand the responsibilities that went with driving a car on pu...lic roads. His delivery, unfortunately, lacked any snap and the students mostly seemed to tune him out almost immediately.For my birthday that year Trish got her driver’s license. We were now somewhat more mobile — Helen’s Impala wasn’t in use as a daily commuter since our parents carpooled — but we still chose to ride most places. When we did. The plug wasn't overly large, so it was more of a tease for her than anything. She was flushed pink with desire, and as the conversation progressed her hands were constantly moving, she stroked her cheek, touched her collarbone...each touch was a reminder to her how she wanted to feel hands that were not her own. Her passions were eating away her, this tame little Kitten wished for fantasies that caused her heart to race.It was no surprise that Sir saw these things in her. Her self absorbed. Me really not being into the 20 something night life that the bar was turning into. Without hesitating mike gathered his keys and said I’ll follow you there.Back at my place we sat at the dinning room table and continued our conversation. We were a few beers into the case and feeling no pain when mike knocked his half full beer over and right into his lap. The beer spilled and soaked his shorts. Both of us erupted into laughter. Once we calmed down I offered him a pair of my shorts if he wanted. “But... ?” Chuck and Roy protested.“No buts! Get your asses across the creek and wait for Chris and me to return. Check our people for wounds,” I told him as Chris was again also telling Roy.“How can you go after them? They are using real bullets,” Chuck objected.“We have live ammunition for our weapons. This is the third time during Ranger training some assholes have tried to kill us, and we’re getting tired of it,” I told him, as I canceled my bubble for a few seconds while I dropped my ruck.