John and I were relegated to supporting players and ignored. Or, rather, not so much ignored, as talked at. Anyway, eventually I pointed out that sinc... it seemed to be a done deal, it was only fair that we let my parents know as well.Mum and Dad were overjoyed. Dad took me to the side and suggested I get my finger out, complete my exams, get a decent paying job, and get the hell out of the army. Not necessarily in that precise order. I saw his point. I was 23; Jean was 22. She was working full. ”“One time there was a beautiful blonde sitting at the bar, and I was sitting by myself at a table. Several guys had tried to pick her up and she shot them down each time. This one guy wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept bugging her and finally I even had enough, and I stepped in.”“I went up to her and said, ‘Sorry I’m late, honey, I just got off of work.’ I took her drink and led her by the arm to my table before she or the other guy could react. I told her I was sorry for doing that to. The attacker slides completely out of your cunt, and lines himself up with your asshole, grinding against it as he leans in and whispers in your ear. “If you don't enjoy this, and show that you enjoy it, like the little slut I know you are, I will fucking kill you and Ray both.” he threatens, and by the tone in his voice, you know he's being one hundred percent serious. Your sobs become sniffles, and you nod, quietly voicing “Yes sir...”Upon hearing that, Ray quiets, disbelieving... In that. I first noticed her walking away from me down the hall in a '50's style tight skirt. She dropped something (on purpose?), bent at the waist to pick it up, displaying a beautiful heart-shaped ass. She was petite, with waist-length beautiful blonde hair. She had virtually no boobs, but after ogling her sweet butt, I couldn't care less. Working late one night, she made the first move by sliding up behind my chair and complimenting my work. We went out for a drink and she told me her.