Well, I was almost always able to avoid him. The one time I couldn’t was in the evening, when I was beginning the work on my details. I reported to ...he Staff Duty NCO and then began work. It never failed, the major was always there, casually chatting with whatever sergeant had the overnight watch. To make things all that much worse, he usually wore his civilian PT gear. A pair of indecently cut nylon shorts, a loose, too-large wife beater, and his running shoes. The man had a body that could. She hardly hesitated, telling the whole story as if it was a great relief to get it out.The other two men in first class, having heard some of what was going on, could not resist when Lindsey started her story, and soon, she was talking to four incredulous faces. When she ended the recounting, she had made four new friends, as well as fans. Both men were determined to be at the concert. In another instinctive move, Mark asked for their business cards, and said he would try to get them admitted. Well, perhaps Sleepy the Giant if you catch me at the right time. (snicker, snicker)When I lay me down to sleep, I roll my undershorts. That’s my night time kink. It started in my fifties with a pair of undershorts that had a stretched waistband. They wouldn’t stay up unless I rolled the band over a few times. It’s so much more now.Do I hear a snarky comment from you or maybe a scoff?Hmmmpf, is that all? Is that what you’re thinking? Don’t judge a kink until you’ve heard it.Typically I sleep in. Looking down at me, “What’s your name?’ he asked. “Avis” I replied and again a large hand slapped across my face hard. “No it’s not” he said. “Now, what’s your name?’ again he asked. “Avis master” I replied. Placing one hand on my cheek, he slapped me hard three more times, “No It’s not” he said louder. “Whore” I cried out. Again he slapped my face hard sending me off a bit towards the floor. “Its whore” I cried out in desperation. For a second he looked at me, “What are you?’ he now.