I don’t have my shopping bag. I mentally retrace my steps, coming to the conclusion that I’ve left it in the bar. ‘Fuck,’ I mutter to myself, ...raying to the patron saint of lost causes or lost dildos or whoever that no one looks in the bag.I’ve just slipped my shoes back on when there is a rat-a-tat-tat on the door. I open it, half expecting it to be Joanne despite her saying it would be a while and am surprised to see Ash standing there.“Hello Susan”: she smiles. “I was just returning some. I told her it was probably not wise to be seen together in the club drinking, But I had a bottle in my office we could share after the duty day was done. We closed up shop at around 1900 hours and retired to the privacy of my office. After a few drinks I could see Sharon opening up more as to her likes and dis likes, and then she ask if I had ever made it with a lower enlisted soldier. I told no as it was not proper, She reminded me that she was not assigned to my platoon so there would be. She started asking me some personal questions and I would answer her supporting her itself, like if she asked that who I like in the class, I would say it was her. I went to her slowly and grabbed her boobs. She smiled and asked if we can start. I replied positively. I took her to my bedroom. She had thought I was not too rich but she realized it after coming home. She asked me why I didn’t agree to give money, I told that I don’t like to waste money for such things.I started undressing her. I. I was just about to slap Roni down when James beat me to the punch.The next couple of minutes were priceless, and I’d have given anything to have videoed them.“Roni, dear,” he started, in a calm and academic tone, “Have you ever heard of a gentleman called Winston Churchill?”The half-drunk Roni took the bait and I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.“Sure, I’ve heard of him,” she replied, failing to sense the trap.“Half-American, half-English. Did you know that?” he smiled sweetly, the cat.