"I laughed and said, "You guys were always a little off kilter from the rest of the world. I love you all."Butch was nodding and saying, "I know, we a...e one lovable bunch."The two of us walked back to what he called the racing shack. This was a fairly large concrete block building with an added-on pole barn type structure to hold whatever it needed to hold. There were two lifts where a car could be put into the air, in addition to work areas for other cars.The first slot had a late model car. I was hungry, which meant Sean was probably starving. The street outside our motel reminded me of Atlantic City in July, except for all the uniforms. Most of the uniforms were of the PT variety, i.e. black shorts and a gray T-shirt, both with the Army logo. Beach togs were likely a violation, but every other soldier was wearing them. Civilian clothes tended to be loud. My Hawaiian beach bunny dress would not have not fit in, quite. I considered the potential impact of putting Christine in it.. There were three desks, each with a computer terminal sitting upon it, and a few filing cabinets. The only person present in the room at the moment was a uniformed sergeant who looked like he couldn't be more than a month or two away from mandatory retirement age.He stood up as I entered, his eyes looking me over. He was wearing the old leather equipment belt around his waist instead of the more modern nylon ones we wore on patrol. Everything had been removed from it except the gun and a single. And when it can go no further it goes wild, not wanting to leave but unable to stay put. And the thrusting motions begins, sliding back out and feeling every fiber of the linings in doing so, only to plunge back in as it sees daylight, yearning to stay inside Josie. The movement is slow at first, tentative, but gains in momentum. Philippe’s entire body is in overdrive, his lips kissing Josie’s then moving down her neck and up to her ears, feeling reckless and wanting to be everywhere at once.