" Does that make you feel any better?" Yeah. You know, I'm fourteen now. When it happened, that was a year and a half ago. I was barely thirteen. Now,...I'm in eighth grade and next year is my last in junior high. The boys have changed some. At least, they aren't all rotten." Were all of them always rotten?" I guess not. Just the ones I saw, the ones who did things to me. When I stopped letting them, I found out there were other boys. Some of them aren't so bad." Glad to hear that. And, I'm glad. Slow down and take a deep breath. I can’t just rush off without permission from my superiors. I am in the military and have to get permission from my Commanding Officer to leave the base, but I don’t think that will be a problem since I have 30 days leave coming to me. I can probably hop a military transport and be there in a matter of hours.“Oh…goody! Where can I pick you up?”“I’ll have to text you the details. If I can get on a military transport next Friday, you can pick me up at Chambers. You can be such a child some days." He growled again, his hand tightening just slightly on her shoulder. "Okay, damn. I'm sorry I beat up on your precious piece of junk car." Piece of junk!" The outrage on his rugged face had her breaking into peals of laughter, unable to contain it anymore. She put her hand on top of his and squeezed as he started spouting curses at her."Okay!" she chuckled. "It's not a piece of junk. It's the sexiest he-man car any man could possibly be lucky enough to have.. It was a little tight, with three adults in the bed. But that tightness led to a lot of groping throughout the night, so it was fine. My wife was in between Christine and I, so I never really knew whose hands were whose and ultimately I didn't care. Somewhere in between 2:00am and 3:00am, Larisa got up to get something, presumably water, and Christine rolled over and started jerking me off. Once I got hard enough she tried to climb on top of me but she wasn't wet enough to get me inside of her..