" I sort of meant, what do you do for fun?"He stared down at the beer bottle. I wondered if I had touched a raw nerve. "Larry, you're right," he said...."I guess doing this you stop seeing women as fun and start seeing them just as dollars and shipping weight. Quite a lot of the time it's as if they're not wearing clothes even. You can watch their naked bodies as they walk by — you've seen so many of them stripped, you know what they'll be like. The only surprise now when you get them naked is. It wasn’t. The insole was still carrying the heat of her foot, and he could sense a nice leathery smell. The size stamped on the insole was 6. She ran her hands down her legs, inspecting her stockings. They obviously weren’t laddered, because she smiled contentedly. ‘It wasn’t that bad after all,’ she said and reached out to take the shoe. ‘Thank you!’ ‘Do you feel any pain?’ he asked, checking if her brow was still furrowed. ‘It looked scary…’ She glanced up at him, her blue eyes twinkling. To hell with it, I'll go in pants and a tee-shirt.The Gunny's room was eight doors down the curved hall. Junior thought about it, just before he knocked, and realized Deb's hand was at work there, also. If tonight goes like I think it will, there is no way I want to be within hearing distance of this room.Predictably, that thought led him to wonder how long his current dry spell would be. It's not as if there are legions of women in Arlington who want to throw themselves at a man in a Marine. Are you willing?Rick: Okay, but don't hurt me! Ha ha ha.Brenda: All right, sit down next to me, on the couch. Turn your palmsupwards! Now, close your eyes... Relax, take a deep breath, inhale,exhale deeply, ten times... Are you at ease?Rick: I can see the light! Ha ha.Brenda: Stop screwing around, this is serious!Rick: Okay. Breath in... Breath out... Yea, I do feel relaxed, I shoulddo this more often.Brenda: Now I'm going to put my palms on top of yours and what ever youdo, don't pull.