Now as she kept on working there was a sudden knock on her door, before she could react the door flew open and in walked a very angry sergeant in khak... fatigues. Before he even looked at her he started yelling – apparently he had just returned stateside and someone had screwed up his paperwork. It wasn’t a huge mistake, but fixing it would take some time and he really wanted to get home. She was in such shock about him barging in like that that she had forgotten to adjust her uniform, and still. It was only about the size of a quarter. Then the circle he was tracing expanded to the size of a golf ball…then a tennis ball as his finger started to rum through my fur patch inches from my tattoo. Just one finger lightly. Then on the next rotation, it was two fingers as Eric giggled.I saw a look on my son’s face that I had never seen before. I looked down at his shorts to make sure he wasn’t hard or that he wasn’t fumbling with himself with his hands in his pocket. It didn’t appear that he. We then left and went home. At 5:45 I showed up at her town house. Ari met me at the parking lot as I needed a code to get in the inner gate. I gave her a quick hug and followed her to her home. Just as I came in the door I heard the phone ring. Ari’s husband picked it up. After a short talk he hung up the phone. We introduced ourselves to each other. He then told me to have a seat. Ari and her hubby Rene went into the kitchen.. I heard her say ok she would help him pack for a week or two out. Diane had called my parents andI had called Diane's parents. It was easier that way. We each said tothem, "Mom, Dad. Can you come over tonight? There is something we haveto tell you. No, it can't be done over the phone. Be here at six andyou will understand. We are serving a pot roast dinner. Yes steak wouldbe better, but we just got back and felt that shopping can wait untiltomorrow. Love you. Bye."Diane opened two bottles of Merlot. I faced our parents. I said, "Iknow you are thinking that.