The curtain rippled quietly, a hand drew it back and a face appeared in the dim glow. It was Bob, my unit's sergeant. He was clearly a couple of sheet... to the wind and still in uniform with his open collar khaki shirt unbuttoned. Surfer boy Bob! Blond, tanned, a mop of unruly beach boy hair that resented being tamed to mil-spec. His unbuttoned shirt exposed his smooth, hairless chest. Bob signaled quiet with his index finger pressed to his lips. He entered my cube and the curtain dropped closed. He pulled my arms clasping the other cuff around my other wrist restraining my arms behind my back. “You are mine NOW! I will do as I please with you, and you will like it if you know what’s good for you and your father,'' he cackled, slapping me across the face with the back of his hand, my head landing face first onto the bed. He pulled my hips towards him, thrusting his pulsing member inside me, ravishing me, making me scream out in pleasure and pain. He was holding onto my restrained. Yes, there was definitely sexual tension in the air. I moved forward and surveyed the bedroom as he leaned in the doorway now taking another sip of his scotch. I tried to casually adjust my equipment easing the discomfort I was having and he nodded with approval and noted, “I know. I’m having the same problem.” I peeked into the master bath and saw the huge tile and glass shower, complete with bench and room for six and a huge Jacuzzi tub. There was a huge walk in closet only half filled with. ‘Sal picked up the bottle of Mateus Rose and reached over to top up Jill’s glass. Jill was deep in thought. These evenings of getting together for a girls night in with her best friend were few and far between now. Over the years work, relationships and children had stolen their time together. Sharing a few glasses of wine and putting the world and his wife to rights was a great panacea to all life’s problems. “So things are okay with Dan now?” Sal finished topping up her own glass. “Dan’s.