We went to a party the next weekend. Carol wore a gossamer summer dress with no underwear. She danced with several men and always humped them and gave...them noticeable erections. Mark, our first sexual adventure and the person she had sex with our first weekend home, was there. He danced with Carol and his hands were all over her on the dance floor. They came back to me all hot and bothered. Carol gave me a questioning look. I took her aside and said, ‘There can’t be any continuing sexual. And shaved pussy. You all think you are so complex. Men are all much more predictable than they think they are.” It could have sounded jaded in another context, but here it sounded like foreplay. “And are you?” “Am I what?” “Shaved?” She hadn’t been last night, but I knew even before she answered that she was now. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” My hand travelled up her leg. I had expected to feel the wet cloth of her panties, and play with the edges as I had with her stockings, teasing. And that's the fucking problem! I don't WANT gentlemen who respect me! I want a fucking BARBARIAN to forcibly take me without bothering to argue the point!Despite what we've all seen in movies and television, most of America's wars were started by (gues who?) America! You invaded Mexico, annexed Texas, started a war with Spain so you could conguer the Phillipines and Cuba. You went into Iraq (twice!) just for the hell of it, you have boots on the ground in every other country on the planet. It was obvious from her pert smile that these weren’t family portraits she was talking about.“I ... I might just be able to do that for you ... where would that be?” As he picked up a evil to scrawl an address, she increased the intrigue, and his erection, by moving to him and grasping his wrist with her gloved hand ... firmly and confidently.“You’re to write nothing down, just keep it in your memory ... would tomorrow, ten thirty be ok?” He nodded, taking the opportunity to take in her scent.