The archway was exactly what I had in mind, Fort Dean in big letters at the top of the arch that spanned the new roadway. The JBG security logo was on...the left side, on the right was Cameron Parish, Louisiana - Southern and Central American command and training center.Past the arch the road split with an armed guard shack in the middle and the one arm barrier controlled by the guards. Past the barrier were a double row of vicious tire spikes that were close enough that even a motorcycle could. I can't do the whole curlersand the hair dryer thing." We aren't talking about a permanent honey, not even curls," Mona said."Just a new hair style, and maybe a manicure." The last time I was in there they tried to stick all those curlers inmy hair and make me look like my mother." She shivered."Stephie, you can trust me. We won't let them do anything you don'twant. And when you find a hair style you like we'll have them explaineverything about it before they start," I promised."You won't leave. ..................... I pulled my wet shirt over my shoulders and stood looking at myself in the mirror, grimacing at my wild hair and mud streaked cheeks. I wriggled out of my knee length skirt and socks leaving my self only in my underwear and paused. I closed my eyes, imagining Bens face and hard muscular body. I felt myself getting wet, liquid pooling in my panties. Slowly I lifted my hand to my slit, my teeth gently tugging on my lower lip. I massaged myself slowly through the thin cotton,. The night dress was justthat, a silky dress with a flowing skirt that was knee length andincluded matching panties and a built in bra. It was the type of nightgown that you wouldn't wear outside, but could if you wanted to. I alsobought some new stocking's and ear rings.I figured this was Fred's way of telling me he still wanted to fuck me,which made me both scared and excited. I changed out of my maids dressand into my new out fit in the store. The clerk knew I was going to "getlucky" and told.