Her father had been a big, rugged mans man who everyone thought was attractive in a way including her. Brody was shaping up to have the same build and...mannerisms except in a younger form and without the full beard. Brody finished his meal and asked to be excused from the table, there was a motocross race he had been dying to watch on TV. He rushed to the living room and sat on the double sofa, oblivious to the world around him as the show had 100% of his attention. After a couple of minutes. I was looking for the folder he keeps that stuff in, when I stumbled on one labelled "Jenny". Curiosity got the better of me and I wondered why he would have kept a file under my name. I opened it and expected to find pictures of me from various family events. What I found was about two dozen TXT files, all labelled "Jenny 1" and so on. I clicked on the first one, and it was some kind of short story which read; I've just woken up, and I'm walking through the apartment with a cup of coffee,. "Okay me buckos! Follow me," Spike led them down the passageway of thelower deck.The doors to the cabins were closed but not locked. Recruits were notentitled to privacy and none of the cabin doors were fitted with locks.Just like the sailors, the Wrens lived four to a cabin.Spike picked a cabin at random."In here," he said and the eight drunken young sailors entered thecabin.Spike turned on the lights, he was not concerned with turning on thelights in few of the cabins as he knew that Knocker. He was so sweet."Jim won't talk to me Rolf. He just won't talk to me. I don't know what to do. I don't understand how if he loved me, he could cut me off like that." And I don't think you've yet realised quite how much you have destroyed him, his whole world young lady." Rolf replied."But he just doesn't understand. It was just sex. Just something I need, the excitement, it's like a d**g and I don't seem to be able to exist without it. Going with a range of different men all the time. Not.