After what seemed an age, the door opened and a serious-faced Penny opened the door to let me in. I gulped. She was dressed for work in a smart dark b...ue, pin-striped skirt, a freshly pressed white blouse and dark blue cravat. She wore only a little light makeup. Her hair was brushed and shiny.Whereas the previous day she had looked sexy and available, today she looked calmly professional; very cool; very intimidating. On a coat hanger in the hallway hung her suit jacket and her laptop computer. And so you saw me adding my two cents' worth. It didn't mean anything. Besides-it was your fault in the first place. If you hadn't jerked off Penny's guy, none of it would have happened." I didn't jerk him off! He flopped onto me and-" And you got your hand on his cock and made him shoot his wad. Penny was only getting what was due her. Besides, I heard her tell Chris not to shoot off inside her, so he'd have wasted his load anyway. I just popped in to give them both a little assistance. C'mon,. Later in the 70’s it was in the movie Billy Jack. I only used it as a metaphor for the revenge that I will seek upon God come judgment day. For on that day the name St. Peter will call at the gate will not be John but will be Sgt. J.The reason for that is John only exists to a few while everyone else knows and sees the man as Sgt. J. While proud of my service to my county, I only see Sgt. J as a man who got others killed. The three J’s in Vietnam only one J returned home Sgt. J, of the four on. When I got the internet in my room I started chatting more and more, and then dressing at the same time. This continued through high school.Fast forward to university; same deal. Although then I fell into the dangerous habit of stealing panties. You know, late at night, after a wild house party when everyone was asleep. I’d creep through the house, drunk, and search through drawers in the dark for anything silky. Panties are so small they’re easy to shove down your pants and conceal. My record.