Beck put the bullwhip away and pulled off her gloves. I hung there silently, tasting the blood from my split lip. She stood next to me, reaching up to...unlock my shackles. I felt her warm body brushing against mine and started to cry.?Okay, I know,? Ms. Beck said, holding me steady. ?There, there now. You did just fine.?I burst out sobbing. Ms. Beck held me in her arms, rocking back and forth for several minutes.?You did great for your first time,? she said, ?My most experienced boy won’t even. As bars go it was a good place to work the boss was good to us and the tips were great. It was also a very terrific place to meet ladies. They tended to treat the waiters as a bit higher class than the male patrons. I think it was because they knew where they could find you and knew that you also knew it.One lady told me that it didn't hurt that I was 5'10" and 180 pounds. As much as I enjoyed the girls I met through work the sexiest ladies in the Missouri River town where I lived were in my. We fit, we were totally in tune with each other and finally and clumsily we were getting our clothes off. I remember, she had the nicest and yet simplest pair of pink bikini panties and matching bra and really wanted to savor the view but the urgency of our hormones would not allow that. I caressed her inner thighs, as slowly as I could, I wanted to enjoy every single second, every moment of loving this beautiful creature and then finally began to massage her special spot…she was way beyond. And it was not ... it was at least two nots ... not the SNJ and not present in the not SNJ.This was reported to the Boss, and he turned to David with a questioning look."Chief Brewster has it."And the fun and games started. Not fun and not games. Getting a bit knotty.No one seemed to know where or, for that matter, who Naval Reserve Chief Petty Officer Brewster was ... or ... for that matter ... what he was. I think that phrase is going to become very popular ... for that matter ... I am sure.