We calmed down, laid on my couch, both with a little smarky smile in our faces. She taped my left leg, ‘go a shave very well, we are going clubbing ...onight as two best friends, where is your lady’s stuff’ I am going to pick your out fit and we are going to change in my house. So chap chap…’ I got up, and help her up too, grabbing her hand I took her to my room and show her my closet and directed her where everything was. The night had turned out so much better than hanging with the boys, this. I'll be right there to get you" he said. Prior to that, Craig made me use a diaper. If I had to go, I'd go. But I refused most of the time. Each time Craig came home he would take me to the bathroom, and that's when I'd normally go. He then took out a larger penis gag and planted it in my mouth. I gagged. I could hardly breathe but had to overcome it. Eventually I settled and got used to the larger penis. Craig fed me breakfast, lunch, and dinner that Saturday. At night, he tucked me in, gave. ”I ran past George and suggested, “Sir! We’re going to need some serious help here. Get on the horn and see what’s available.”We dashed down the stairs, out the front door of the building and zig-zagged toward the downed chopper. The fucking insurgents weren’t wasting time because they were also running toward the chopper. Thank God the chopper was closer to the building than to the fucking insurgents. I leveled my M4 and began to spray and pray that I could keep the fuckers from reaching it. For I knew there was something in it for me, too. A lot, actually.I was gathering credit points for a reward. And I collected them with a smile.The reason for my smile was in the second cubicle from the left. She was the most beautiful woman I knew and she had done strange things to me. Right now, for example, she had reduced me to a teenage boy who imagined her standing half naked behind that flimsy curtain. And, as a teenage boy, I had had to rearrange the crotch of my pants, hoping that none.