Long, thick black hair, olive complexion, big, dark, expressive eyes and a magnificent, athletic body. She was wearing a pair of shorts that I watched...ride up the crack of her ass as I followed her up the stairs, cartons in tow. She exuded a powerful Latin sexuality, framed in a child-like vulnerability.She was beautiful.I couldn't take my eyes off her.She was irresistible.I got a rush being in the same room with her.I wanted her desperately.Her name was Rachel.Chapter 2Over the next few months. My stomach knotted so tight I could taste the bitter bile on my tongue, unable to swallow.I concentrated hard to retain my composure and not cry. That would give these men, Stone and Swybar the final victory.McElligott got up with the sternest face and the residing Admiral slammed his gavel on a little pad and then pointed it at the Commander.” Only because I do not want a retrial and prolong this any longer I will allow you to finish, but I will charge you with disregarding direct bench orders. I wasn't a virgin, but my sex life would have read more like a short story than a novel.Yes, you may ask why a shy bookworm and a daredevil Don Juan are best of friends and the answer is simple: Steve is my brother. We have always joked about not having the same father. Mum used to say that I was like the milkman and Steve more like the postman, but then Dad, our real dad, would argue that Steve was a carbon copy of Uncle John. Naturally, there was no doubt about who our father was. Our parents. We paid the taxi driver and headed inside. Velvet was an upmarket strip club and not as seedy as many of the similar establishments in the city. The girls were better dancers, smoother talkers and generally hotter than anywhere else. It was a pricey place but that kept most of the assholes away that you so often get in a strip club. Sean told the lady at the bar that we had booked for a stag party and explained that there was only three of us now. She showed us to our table and sorted us some.