I don't know," the girl said honestly. "I don't think so. The last e-mail you sent was that link to those two cute kitties licking each other, I think..." Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Justine said. "I wrote and re-wrote it so many times I must have forgotten to actually send it. Let me see, I'm at my computer right now ... hmm. Shoot. Okay, yeah, I guess I didn't send it. It's in my drafts folder. Wow, this is embarrassing. All this time I thought you'd read it. Wow. I'm so sorry!" Sorry for what?". Taylor had met his type before. Guys whose roles in the service were primarily ops oriented like Rangers or Force Recon who saw every problem as a nail in search of a hammer. While most of the Green Berets that Taylor had served with did go on to similar careers, often with private contractors, in security or some type of law enforcement, their mentality was different. Army Special Forces were trained as soldiers first, of course, but they spend a lot of training and even more of their careers,. Slowly, phone sex became a daily routine and occasional video chats became a ritual. PDA on dates became common stuff, our hangouts grew, gifts were exchanged.Everything looked wonderful but the sexual intercourse was yet to be done. Well, none of us hurried as we knew it had to be done taking its own sweet time and we were waiting for the right moment.One fine Saturday morning, she called me to come to her college library ASAP without any further information. I, assuming it to be serious,. .” Oh no! Rob! Not again!Flashback to the day we met, when he tripped over a line that was lying loose on the deck, and didn’t duck when the boom swung around on a jibe. Knocked himself out cold, and we had to make a trip to the ER.But this time he just landed on his knees beside the settee, with his face in my ... Oh My! Right there! I never, I mean, I didn’t know if he hurt himself, or if he was unconscious or what, and I didn’t dare move. Then he wiggled his nose, or something, and I didn’t.