There was a hint of panic in her voice. "Wait ... uh, it's so dark out. I uh ... I don't want to walk home. Would you ... give me a ride?"I still coul...n't resist those eyes. Every time she batted them at me and asked for something, I just melted. I waited for Jenny to finish her closing duties of filling salt shakers and ketchup bottles.She tried to start up conversation in the car, asking me how I'd been, complimenting me on my beard. I felt so awkward around her, I finally just asked her if. " He had told them to read up on the subject on their computers.Forty-eight hours after he woke up, he got his appointment: "Jason, we have a mate selected for you. Her name is Donna. Please meet her in room 37 at 7pm."He had never met Donna before. He wasn't sure what to expect and he was nervous. Although the computer had text descriptions of sex and a few diagrams, there were no photos or video.Room 37 was about the size of a single bed, and had a decidedly low ceiling; room 38 was stacked. After Advanced Training I was assigned to my permanent station. It was near San Fransisco, California, and things brightened immensely. When off duty, we could range the beaches, go to town, try to drink all the beer in San Fransisco and Marin Counties (An impossible task, I learned), and best of all, have privacy to masturbate! When I first got to the post, I was jacking three, four or five times per day until I got "caught up". It got down to a couple of times per day after that and lessened. No fucking way did you see that,” she said loudly, following me. “I did,” I said, looking over my shoulder as I stopped and lit a cigarette. “Don’t tell anyone,” I added. “Fuck you Osmond, I’m not going to tell anyone shit. Jesus Christ,” she said, and paced. “I don’t believe you. Show me.” I went to her desktop and surfed until I found the link. “I can’t watch it. I’m going to go find her. Enjoy,” I said, and headed towards the door as she.