Guess who saved my life? The one person in my platoon whom I treated like shit. Antoine Hussein, a Lebanese-American Christian guy whom I didn’t tru...t because of his Arab origins. I’m ashamed to say that back in those days, I distrusted anything Arab, and anything Muslim. It wouldn’t matter to me if the Arab person standing before me was Christian, Muslim or even atheist, I didn’t trust simply because they were Arab. Yeah, I was a racist in those days. Well, what Hussein had done changed how I. And then, a stifled cry. Iclenched my legs together. It was very quiet for a fewminutes.After a tense wait, the door opened, and Nicole came outinto the hall. She was fully clothed, and wearing abeaming smile. “That hit the spot,” she told me. I stoodup, wondering if I showed visible signs of arousal.Nicole certainly did. Uncharacteristically, she huggedme briefly. “She’s all yours,” she said, and thenwithout another word strolled casually down the hall.I went into. Preston's eyes told a completely different story. She saw permanence, there, and love and respect. She wanted the fantasy as much as he did.Things had never been the way people thought they were, between her and Sam. She grew up in an era, where people got married, and they stayed married, no matter what. She'd been a virgin when she married Sam. He'd been a hard drinking ex Navy man who'd learned the machinist trade while he was in the service. He'd had whores all over the world, and knew what. I immediately got a hard on. I noticed that she was seeing me ogling her naval but she never mind that. She sat down. We had a few chitchat in between and I came to.know that it was her wedding anniversary but her husband is in Qatar and not come for 1 1/2 years. She was sad. I imagined how horny she might be not being fucked for 18months. I saw her deliberately adjusting her bra and her saree pallu in between giving me ample view of her cleavage and bra. My dick was throbbing to get out. I.