"The CO waits patiently by the staff car, maybe an amused air around himas I exchange phone numbers with the big lad and say my adieus."Hearts and min...s, Corporal A?" the CO asks."I'd consider it a personal favour if you didn't make any plans forThursday night, boss. None involving me at any rate."He considers this a moment. "I was only in there ten minutes, CorporalA. Have you met him before." Speed, aggression and surprise, boss." Good work. How do you fancy the night off on Thursday?"20.. "Come on in," said Dave. "I'll only be a minute."We entered through the back door into the kitchen where he handed me a beer and took one for himself."It's okay, I bought the beers, they're mine. I just left some in the fridge. You hang out here, and I'll be back in a few minutes."He disappeared and I sat there at the table finishing my beer."Want another?" Dave asked when he came back."No thanks, I got a good buzz right now. So, no one will be coming home for a little while?" "No, my Mom's at. ." Comes your reply, just and rough and ragged as I feel. I let out a low groan, pushing back against you. "Please..." I begin soon afterwards. "Please may I come... I-I-I n-need to. Please. Please." I stutter and gasp, knowing how close I am and how I won't be able to hold off much longer. I'm denied the right to climax again and seconds later begin begging you, my words being lost and cut short by gasps and groans."You may not come..." You tell me firmly, but my body isn't listening and I can. You shower quickly, nick yourself shaving and once more curse yourself for being too cheap to spring for the electric. Then it’s off to battle traffic in what becomes a ninety minute slog to arrive at your client’s office building. By the time you do, you’re left parking a ways off down the street, paying the meter to ward off Brooklyn, the remorseless meter maid who’s managed to peg you with three tickets since beginning the Monarch Innovations gig. You pay what you hope is enough time to last.