Maybe that's the reason we split. You see, I'm not a big woman. At least, not tall. When I'm in my wedge sandals I appear to be about 5' 7", but my sh...es always have at least a three-inch heel. I like the way I look in heels. They make my legs and butt look good. I always attracted attention because my breasts are rather prominent. Imagine someone my size with a 38E. Yeah... I think you get it now.The truth is, I love to be admired by men. I catch a few women looking too, but I know that I've. Smart new cubicles were occupied by others. On them were new flat screens and laptop docking stations with all the bells and whistles Robert’s group thought they needed.On one wall was a really big flat screen that everyone could see by turning around.Andy had torqued someone when he left to see my orders - his orders completed.The barracks was full; all six hundred men were there for final briefing and assignment to the six battalions. Andy, Paul Drake and eight of Andy’s top men he trusted. I tell the Mrs. Cater as she is looking into her daughter’s eyes that the gag ball she is now sucking on is one I use to pleasure my wife’s pussy and ass with. Just last night I had her screaming with that ball shoved into her pussy. She must have come a dozen times all over that ball. Now normally I would have cleaned it once I was done with it, but I was just a bit tired last night and just left it in my desk to clean later. But when Sue, my Receptionist told me about my afternoon. I popped the lens caps up on the scope, found one of the towel ... excuse me insurgents, in a window, loaded a round and smoked his ass.The Butterbar commented, "Damn that was a nice shot and you didn't even range him."I located the next insurgent, and replied, "Anything closer than three hundred meters doesn't need ranging." This one was a head shot and I gloried in the exploding head and the red mist in my scope.The Butterbar updated me, "We're all off the SURC."I replied, "Good, now watch.