And come home and screw my brains out.”I whined, “Do I have too?” She always loved it when I did that.Jamie kissed me and I got out of my comfy ...hair and followed her to our bedroom to get dressed for the party.Jamie’s boss held the party at his house every year. I think he just liked to show it off. And maybe he like to show everyone that he was just so much above them. It was a huge place, with a formal dining room and ball room indoors, and a huge pool and hot tub outside. We pulled into the. Still hearing no chuckling where I had previously tolerated it, I dodge some people who I actually recognize. I don't know many of the folks who work on the other floors, but here on this one, 'we all work together', as my boss often pep-talked us. Still, no gaze meets me. I'm being ignored just as much as I was on the rooftop, even though my face is still a little red from that outburst I had in front of the broken lift. I stand in the middle of the room and yell to no-one in particular: "THIS. Fred took a moment to check William Mitchell’s record. With most of the Marines’ faces looking eighteen or nineteen it was hard to tell if someone should be treated like a grizzled NCO of twenty years, or a sixteen year old who had just been promoted. This one was a four-year veteran of the US Marines. He had been promoted to Corporal as soon as he finished Space Marine Boot Camp. One and a half years later he was a Sergeant.“Sure, go ahead Sergeant Mitchell. Problem?”“No, Sir. That is, I think. She immediately undid his belt and then found the brass snap at the top of his jeans. She watched Mike begin to pull his shirt up over his shoulder and knew there would be a short time when he would be somewhat blindfolded. Next she found the top of the zipper and pulled it down. As Mike was navigating his shirt over his head, she slipped her fingers into the sides of his jeans AND boxers and literally yanked them all the way to his feet. A smile.