I fucking wanted to have this woman stimulate me daily. Nightly. All the time. I wanted to bend her over the bed and fuck her until she was black and ...lue. I wanted her sex, and, yes, a part of me actually wanted her to control me. There, I said it. I wasn’t like that normally. I would give and take in relationships, but I always held my own as my own. No one was going to push me where I didn’t want to go. Drunks are like that. Control allows us access to the next bottle, the next high. Give up. Courtney stepped back from the door and put her hands to her hips allowing Miles access to witness all of her beautiful attributes. She was pleasantly thrilled by Miles’ devotion to her voluptuous body. Miles’ took in the true vision that Courtney was. She looked like a pin-up girl from those 40’s war posters ~ you know the one’s that your grandfather’s had who were soldiers in WWII that they kept in their wallets. Courtney was wearing a very flimsy g-string that was the same baby blue. I don't understand that phrase, 'in the dog house, ' only that it isn't good. It started with four hours of Moto because Cadet Davis attacked Cadet Corporal Hernandez. Then we were given a Spartan lunch and put in a classroom. Mr. Giovanni began lecturing us on sex crimes.I raised my hand for permission to speak. When granted, I asked the obvious."Mr. Giovanni, how were the rape figures determined?" I asked. "Representative sampling? Crime reports? Surveys? I don't have a lot of confidence in. His favourite was a summer holiday photo showing Michelle in a 2-piece red bikini. Since George had passed away that plus a few others now resided in his house.“Hi Alfie, come in.” Michelle said.Alfie entered and proceeded to the living room, he sat down on the sofa, “I’m sorry to come around so early, especially knowing what day it is but something urgent has come up.” A worried look came across Michelle’s face, “I’ve been going through the accounts and the store is in a lot of debt.”“George.