The attractive 30-something cashier looked at me coyly, then with a small smile as she rang me up, she asked, “Hot date night tonight?” She was b...ing flirty so I flirted back, I caught her big blue eyes with mine, “Could be hotter with the right woman.” As I was walking away with my bag she said, “Good luck, have fun.” Shit, it was fun flirting again, I hadn’t done that for years. I noticed that she had a ring on, but then, so did I.“Mom, I want to go to Kaza’s tonight, me and Mallory are. When I’m like this, by default I seek the next available hole to fill and that’s my roommate Diggs. West Germany, timeline, doesn’t matter, military base, fort, or camp, doesn’t matter. There’s only one damn thing that matters this particular night, and that was the raw hunger that grips a Black Lion before he goes on the prowl. I’d been watching Diggs from the moment he arrived and assigned to my room in the barracks. I’d give him 5-feet 11’, just a little over 170 pounds. The product of a. Following the example made by Claire's mum Carol, all the the other mothers in the group had taken to feeding their daughters their own poo, something they were all overjoyed about, even adopting Carol's method of getting the girls to bag their poo at school and bring it home to be fed later. Although it was never unusual for the girls to accompany each other to the toilet they would now attend together in order to help bag in zip lock bags each others poo. Sometimes the excitement would get. I blushed hotly as I considered the possible candidates: Caroline, Jack, worse still, her own husband, Bill, or even -- my blush and temperature increased at the awful thought -- my Aunt Anne. No clue was forthcoming, however. Perhaps it was as well, though curiosity and acute embarrassment gripped me.I lay on my back with my hands behind my head. It was surreal, but as I looked around the room there were enough little details to confirm that it had all indeed taken.