Okay, we can leave it like that. Go see Jones and sort yourself out, man.”“Thank you, sir. Farewell.”I turned and exited smartly, determining to...not use a military marching step, but instead apply the authoritative stride I had been taught at butler school. I think I succeeded admirably.Jones was standing by the front door, scowling. I approached him confidently.“Mr. Jones, I am required to ask you for a tour of the premises, and request a floor plan of the building, as well as details of the. I felt like an ass for ever getting involved with Kerri. One night of drunkenness has come back to haunt me and now Cindy is pissed off at me. A feeling of déjà vu hit me like a ton of bricks as I remembered what one night of drinking did to Jones.I might need to consider giving up alcohol and I'm not even legal to drink yet!I spent most of the afternoon moping around the base missing Cindy. I was a little upset that she skipped town without me but I really had no one to blame but myself. I. I made sure the men knew it was wet, sometimes brushing it against their fingers after they had stuffed a note inside it.I turned my back to the crowd, and slowly, very slowly eased the thong down to my knees, then left it there and fell forward onto my knees, then eased the thong over my feet, and tossed it into the crowd.I still had my back to the audience, but fell forward onto my hands and knees – doggie position – then dropped my shoulders and neck, and arched my back, pushing my pussy. I had taught her how to throw and catch already, but that’s only 2 of the 3 necessities of baseball. She had been the one to ask me to teach her, especially when I told her the dugouts and fields were always abandoned on Fridays. In all honesty, I was less watching her swing and more of body. Every time she swung, her shorts pulled up to the point where you could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the same went for the shirt. Not that I had anything underneath either by any.