Brad masturbated each day that week, an act he'd performed fewer than twenty times in the past ten years. Despite his anger with Lori's presumption, h... resolved to see her on Friday.Friday came, and Brad arrived at the address shortly before 11pm. It was an ancient stone mansion, set back from the street, shrouded by huge willow trees. Candles burned in each window. German luxury cars lined the street in front of the house. Brad shook his head, popped a breath mint, and walked up to the old. There is silence, I hear nothing and he has disappeared, then I realise as I look over to where their front door is he has gone inside and I am angry, my promise of a fuck has been hijacked by my horny neighbour, who's husband has also gone to work offshore. I inwardly laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, who would have guessed the odds that two women living next door to each other had the same frustrations and ideas to fuck the milkman, then I feel angry when I realise she has me. "Mind you while we had a communal bath together with wine and scentedcandles we compared notes on the guys.The next week at uni was nothing out of the normal, except it was thefirst time I had appeared in public in a swimming costume!We decided that as well as keep fit we were going to swim twice a weekand they talked my into going to dance class on a Saturday mornings, thefirst time in the swimming baths I slipped into my red one pieceswimming costume, it was high cut around the legs, covering. “Commander of the forces retaking these blocks,” Teelae nodded.“No, a Healer. This is just a side-line.”“Why did they put a Healer in charge?”“I have the advanced combat qualifications,” I smiled. “So I’m not a rank amateur.”“Oh, I see. The Ground Force ethos of the best person for a job gets it ... if qualified, no matter their specialisation?”“That’s the one.”“Thank you, Commander. I’ll cut and paste this together along with action shots and broadcast it soon. Don’t worry, it won’t make you.