“I could use some help closing up...if you have time...” she said as she grabbed the money envelope and slowly walked to a back room, looking over...her shoulder as Ken followed her to a back supply room.Once there, Melissa locked the door and threw the envelope into a safe. Then turned her attention to Ken. “So, these made you hard, huh?”, she said, taking off her apron and undoing her shirt and bra, letting loose her big brown nipples sitting atop a pair of perfect tits. Ken simply nodded, not. At the end of the next week we had a company formation in one of the hangers. The army Field Marshal arrived and walked in with a full colonel who I was told was our strike force commander. The Field Marshal called me out and the colonel read the citation letter. It sounded like a story that had been made up.I had single handedly killed an enemy squad that had ambushed mine. I saved the squad leader when a tank engaged us and then I attacked the enemy. I killed numerous enemy soldiers while. Every time I go in there, I get hotter than a piece of shit." Her mother laughed."So tell me. What were you and Johnny doing to Aunt Clara?" Oh, my god, Gerta! You should have seen those two fucking each other like a couple of horny rabbits!" I can imagine it--if Aunt Clara's anything like you." And Johnny made a few phone calls. Some of his friends are going to drop by." Holy shit! You're really turning this place into a cathouse!" I ordered beer and wine. We'll send out for pizzas when we see. ”“Your Highness?” I asked. She closed her eyes, and breathed through her nose. “Please don’t call me that, Certiok. Not you. I can take it from Brock since he’s gone full general on me, but you have no excuse.” “Ok… Yavara.” She snorted. “Could that have sounded more awkward? What changed since that night we shared in Brock’s hut?” “Everything.” Yavara took that in silence for a moment. I wished I hadn’t said it. She nodded. “Yes. Yes, it all did. You know, sometimes I wish I could talk to.