He’d been informed about trucks with flat tires, trucks that needed gasoline, and trucks that wouldn’t start. He wondered if officers had the same...issues back in the good old days when carts were pulled by horses and mules.There were always idiots in any division and he had his share. Five men had been missing, but were found playing cards in the barracks after thirty minutes of searching. As soon as everyone was together, someone would run off to take a leak. It was worse than herding. He teased my lips, cheeks and nose then moved down to my neck and each breast. Mental note to self: Get some of those. He tickled me from my breasts down my ribs, my belly and stopping just short of my fuzz. Then he went to my feet. Oh Damn! My toes, my ankles, up and down each leg and behind each knee. I was writhing like a bucking bronc. He stopped again. Now, they were inside my thighs and tickling my pubic hair. I was so hot I thought I'd cum any second. I felt him on the bed with me. He. ”“You asked, so I was just giving you an answer,” Angel said. “I know that’s cool. I guess we’ll have to see what happens.”Angel dressed really sexy that day in a short yellow sundress that fell mid-thigh. Her silky, tan legs glistened in the sunlight as we drove down the road with the top down, and the wind was constantly blowing her dress up giving me plenty of glimpses of her white cotton panties. After a long day of running around town we decided to go to the movies.We picked some stupid. Sloane," she laughed, "It's about time someone showed you how a little Christmas spirit is good for the soul." I don't do Christmas," I muttered as I sat and folded my arms watching them decorate my office. "Everyone does Christmas!" said the new girl.Heather waved her right hand in her general direction. "This is Phoebe," she grinned, "She's from the second floor. She works in records. Don't you, Pheebs."Phoebe, a tall, skinny thing with what looked like a ginger poodle-permed afro gave me the.