I called it the attitude readjustment room."You are at attention Sergeant. Listen you little fucking jerk, you fucked with our Army, you asshole. Yes ...ou are a fucking hero, who the hell isn't, but god damn it you are out of here as of today. You are going to keep your fucking mouth shut forever. Do you read me young SFC?"My only response was "Yes Sergeant Major!" in a very loud and clear voice as I now moved to and then stood at the ridged, but comfortable, position of attention; feet at a 45. "Seth shoved past two players and put his hand out to the guy with the ball. The guy held the ball on his hip, and his only movement was the shake of his head."Fuck!" Seth spat, then he turned and stomped towards the benches."Sorry, Guys," Jack said, with an apologetic shrug.He slowly followed Seth off the court. The smaller guy was stuffing his sweats into a backpack."Talk to me, Seth," Jack said, quietly."I have nothing to say to you." At least tell me why you are so pissed at me."Seth. It isn’t the great recipes that matter, but the pleasure that the food brings. Her food always brings me great pleasure.”Marguerite sobbed, her shoulders rising and falling. Shuana went over to her and put an arm around the big woman. In response to the show of support, Marguerite grabbed Shuana to hug her back. She said, “Did you read the part about how only the best private chef will cook any dish, even canned soup, desired by her audience?”Shuana laughed and nodded her head. Ed had put it. She was now unhooked internally and she needed to be naked fast, but she was shaking and she hoped I wouldn't notice. My right and left hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and off, taking the remains of her bra with it. She knew if she didn't distract herself with touching me, she would orgasm in minutes, she muttered that I needed to scoot over and I did so without replying and if I did, she could not hear me. She needed to implement the images in her mind, so desperately.