There was a small building and a paved black top with enough space for a dozen cars. Over the front door of the building was a sign which read "Tactic...l Logistics" in small letters. No corps designation. No division designation. Not even a company designation. My innate curiosity was perked.The parking lot was about half full when daddy shut off the engine. We got out and walked into the building. Immediately upon entering the building I stopped. Four MPs dressed in fatigues, with M-16 drawn,. " Would you mind helping me choose a skirt or a dress?"She nodded. "Pick up your bag."I grabbed it and as we walked to the sales floor I held it at my side."Over your shoulder," she said. "Come on. Enjoy what you are doing. Don'thide."I eased the strap over my shoulder and asked her to slow down a touch."You're doing very well," she said, weaving between clothes racks as Ikept up in my heels.Occasionally she pulled off a particular skirt or dress, sometimes heldit up to me. She settled on a. Somehow I knew we would break rule number 2.I was dressed for a cool spring day in Pontiac. My jacket was draped over my arm, and my shirtsleeves were rolled up. She was dressed for a warm April day in Florida. Her short dress was colorful; silk, I believe. Her hair was combed back on the sides, putting her ears in full view, and held in place by a scrunchie. There was a glow on her face that sent a warm thrill though my body."I can't wait to get..." My sentence was interrupted by her lips. He got out of his bed wearing his pajamas, a pair of boxer-briefs that complimented his buldge, and went out of his room. He stood in front of his sisters door for a minute, thinking if he should take a chance on getting caught. But he remembered that his sister was a heavy sleeper and doesn't wake up easily and decided to enter her room.The door creaked a little as he went in but his sister remained fast asleep. He went up to the side of the bed and was about to pull down the covers when he.