I didn't mean you had to figure it all out NOW. I mean, come on. You're going to be living in a house with Brandi, Dayna, Dawn, and Adrienne in two mo...ths. Besides getting your brains royally fucked out every night, you've got four girls who know what they're doing and who care a great deal about you. They won't LET you fuck it up." Really?"Brooke turned and smiled reassuringly. She lifted her sunglasses up and winked at me. "Really."I nodded and was about to say something when suddenly. She hadn’t noticed him standing there, but that was all right. Getting a good look at him now was a treat to make up for the little start she had experienced when she realized that there was someone reacting to her mumblings. He was tall, sort of, taller than her anyway, and fit though not muscular. She could see that he took care of himself without being crazy about it or refraining from some of the finer things in life. She tried to look at his hands, but they were in his jeans pockets. Her. While I did my three years in the Army she got married and moved out to California. She once sent me a letter with a pic of her in a string bikini on a beach, looking tan and thin.I taped that one in my locker and kept it through my Army hitch, looking at it every now and then and masturbating at the idea of spreading those long legs.During my last year in the Army I heard about her divorce. She had discovered her traveling salesman husband was fucking around on her. She was dumping him and. ”Clive’s eyes were brimming with tears now. Some had started to roll down his cheeks. Some had dripped off his chin.“Just look at you”, she mocks. “Wimp boy. I don’t know why I married you in the first place.”Clive starts to sob. She starts to laugh.“Put your hands behind your back,” she barks as an order.He complies.“Entwine your fingers, and grip tight.”He complies.Although Clive is quite a bit taller than her, it doesn’t lessen the pain when she delivers the first open hand slap on the side.