"Desk Jockey, Desk Jockey, this is Old Hand. Over." It was answered almost instantly."Old Hand, this is Desk Jockey. Stand by for Jockey 3. Wait one."...After a few seconds Jockey 3 came on the air."Old Hand, Jockey 3. Put your six on the air. Over," came the demand."Jockey 3, Hand 6. Are you ready to receive our updated report? Over." the Major sent very calmly."Hand 6, Jockey 3. Send your report. Over," came the impatient reply."Jockey 3, Hand 6. Today we collected the bodies of the enemy. She was jolly but not smashed so it was quite interesting to talk to her.When I got to her house she asked if I'd like to come in for a cup of tea?Why not I thought.I went inside her flat was imaculate, as tidy and as clean as can be.She brought the tea into the living room and we began to chat.Then she burst out with it."I never seen a real penis"It was completely out of character and out of the blue."Can I see yours?"No I said."Oh I'm sorry how embarassing, its just I thought you like me?"I. Finally getting it off, he tossed it onto the floor before pulling his black tee-shirt off and tossing it next to it. He had been clothed the last time they were together, so the sight of his bare chest had her inhaling deeply. He was perfect. His chuckle at her uninhibited admiration, died in his throat when she quickly discarded her tank top and tossed it at him. She hadn’t worn a bra. It was her turn to smile as she slowly rose to her knees. He had undone her jeans earlier in the driveway. “It’s not like it sounded, honey. I didn’t...”“Shovel that horseshit somewhere else, Mark. I guess I know now how come you were so well informed about the behavior of sluts. The relative of your boss? Ever hear the parable about not shitting in your living room? All this time I was working, proud that you could afford your hobby, I find out your hobby was screwing sluts? We’re done, Mark. There’s not a thing you can say that will change my mind. I’ll be back later for the rest of my stuff.”I.