I was brushing my hair when Maggie called for me to come help her. When I walked over and open the door there stood my very best girl friend with her ...ants down smiling the most sexist smile I had ever seen. To say that I have never thought of Maggie in a sexual way would be a lie, Maggie was a very pretty Latina girl, with long brown hair, and dark eyes, and the sexist little body you have ever seen. Just about all the boys chased after her, they all wanted what I would soon have, the sweet. The supply lines back to the Fatherland were rift with obstructions and gaps that made their tactical abilities limited to the point of unavoidable surrender. The inexperience of many of the American Officer ranks drove the General Officer ranks into frustrating corrective actions. It was a problem of not building up a viable military presence until the last moment before the sneak attack at Pearl Harbor. There was a depth of combat experience in the upper enlisted ranks but the lower ranks. We were halfway through Georgia when we put up for the night. We had really enjoyed the ride and close to the campground we found a BBQ joint and went in for our supper. “Ray," said Andrea. "Want me to get funky with my patent black fuck-me pumps?” “The heels with the ankle straps? You brought them with you?” My cock twitched. “Well yes, those and a few pairs of half-glasses. You need to see a shrink, and I am her. You need another fetish and I’m thinking bondage. Do you like that idea?” . The lady was very pretty. She was dressed in a black dress suit, a lot like the ones Mrs. Johnson wore. She stood and smiled. She had a pleasant smile. She stepped from behind the table and walked toward us.Her hair was dark, almost black. She had mesmerizing hazel eyes, with a tint of blue. She had a modest amount of makeup on that highlighted her high cheekbones and eyes, with no lip stick. She stuck her hand out to introduce herself. When she spoke, I caught a scent of cigarette smoke on her.