But what I did get was a stripe. I went from a Sergeant to a Staff Sergeant.Now that kind of movement in rank in two years is unheard of today but bac... then it was common. We had a lot of people in uniform and even had an instant NCO program, but it was over by then. What I got was a "blood" stripe. Someone was busted and the local command kept the rank to give to a member of the unit, I was that member. Ok, it made me a dick to take it; but it gave me a nice bit of extra cash, better duty, and. .I can’t. He’ll rip me apart.” She protested“I know, and I want to see the agony on your face, as he does it.” I said, the grin spreading across my face.“Please don’t make me do this.” Miss Moore cried.“Come on, we are nearly done. Take his dick in your arse, make him cum and I will leave you in peace. Either that or you can take fifty flogs with the whip.” I urged.I could see her contemplating this, as she considered whether fifty lashes would actually be less painful than taking that enormous. It seemed to take forever. They asked for somuch information that I often had to go to Mum and Dad to get theanswers. They even asked some very impertinent questions about sexualorientation and whether I got on best with boys or girls. What businesswas it of theirs? I left those stupid questions unanswered. Mom took theforms and put them in the envelope ready to be sealed and mailed. We hadrun out of stamps so she asked my not so little brother Derek to take itto the post office for mailing. He. She bounced away toward the store and office, so she could get something to drink and have a dry place to wait, while the mechanic looked at her car. To no-one in particular, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. This appealing woman had my heart going strong, with other choice body parts keeping pace. I was in need of pulling myself together.I guess I was in there for too long, made a call, cleaned up the grease stains on my hands, etc. Apparently I forgot to lock the door, because.