‘Miss?’ Lori looked to her left and saw a lanky Asian man dressed in black slacks and a smart white shirt smiling at her. She stood up straight an... forced a warm expression onto her face. ‘Yes?’ ‘Can I help you?’ ‘I’m here for the Loomis party.’ ‘Oh good, they’ve been expecting you,’ he motioned his hand towards the banquet room off to the side of the kitchen, ‘They’ve been here for some time now.’ Lori followed the waiter past the general dining areas, the thinly veiled haze of eastern incense. Lucy served out the match with four big first serves that didn't come back. We shook hands and Lucy put her hand behind my back as we followed the opposition to the clubhouse as she said " We forgot our underwear did we or are you just teasing me?" as her fingers went to the crack between my ass cheeks. The opposition said they had no time for coffee and left . On the deck we sat under a large verandah where the boy came out and asked if there was anything we wanted, Lucy being a cheeky MILF. She'd spend her breaks playing around on her phone, taking photos of herself and sometimes of whatever pair of shoes she was wearing that day, most likely just to show her friends. What I'd have given to get my hands on those. Sometimes I'd catch her browsing through designer shoe web pages, no doubt searching for her next pair. She was a fashionista at heart, and I provided her with the platform to flaunt it all day long without repercussion.Her behaviour around me didn't go unnoticed and some. I graduated from the University of Massachusetts in Boston with a Bachelor’s degree in business administration in 2004, and afterwards, I decided to join the United States Marine Corps. After 9/11, I found myself filled with anger at the Arab world for this cowardly attack on American soil. I remember watching videos shot around various countries in the Muslim world, from Pakistan to Lebanon, from Kuwait to Indonesia, showing Muslims cheering for the terrorists who killed thousands of Americans.