She commenced to dance again and the swaying of her hips caused the skirt portion of her nightgown to rise and fall. The movement offered peeks at the...tiny black lace and silk panties she had on underneath and Mike grew hard again as he watched. He had been so occupied with getting into his room that he failed to notice that his bedroom door had not fully closed and this was seen by his father as he passed by."Mike, you okay?" he heard his father ask. Mike swivelled his head and saw his dad's. "Who said we were going to the park today?" I asked."Oh, no," she said. "You forgot didn't you? You're supposed to be helping out with the track club today."We drove home and I changed into a track suit. I figured that was what the volunteers and coaches would wear. I was ready to leave when Sasha told me to grab my iPad. I brought it out and handed it to her."Thanks Dad," she said. "That way I have something to do while I'm watching you watch people run."When we got to the park I took a look. I could never prove it, but it made for a good story.I paced the floor and eyed the new Mossberg 12 gauge pump gun. If Martin didn't come back soon, I would take it and go looking for him. That should be interesting moving through the woods in the dark with a loaded shotgun. I hoped it wouldn't come to that. We were just as likely to shoot each other as anything else.I was sitting on one of the folding chairs glancing at the computer screen, when I saw his car pull into the drive. I was. Then there was theHeadquarters, the Medical Clinic and the PX (Post Exchange).Everyone piled off the busses, then as our names were called off we wereassigned to a group. There were eight in my group including Samantha."Listen up Ladies. My name is Margaret, I'm your Barracks Monitor andMentor. We're in building thirteen, which I will show you after we gothrough orientation." She had a very pronounce Canadian accent.Oh man was this like some sort of fucked up boot camp? I'd heard severalother.