We would meet up in the pubs and clubs around town and, usually, get bladdered together. She was 11 years younger than me and almost a foot taller. Sh... was definitely a BBW! She also had an unfortunate reputation for being an easy lay, a reputation that was not totally undeserved, even I had had to step around her outside the pub whilst she was giving some guy or other a blow-job or wank.On this night back in July,1994, I was 33yo, Fiona S. 22yo. We had been to a hen-party for our mate Rachel,. The trainees had individual rooms here now. The barracks had been upgraded in the last few years. The old, rickety, out of date housing was being replaced. Our students had a room alone, but shared a latrine with another recruit. And the sexes were segregated. I understood that Lovall shared a latrine with another troop named Donahue. I had overheard them mentioning they were together for Basic Combat Training at Fort Jackson. Both female recruits had kept their hair long, which they kept up. I didn’t mean it that way,” Phil said. “I was just picking on you. I should have realized that you didn’t know you’d have company when you put on that suit. I’m sorry, Molly.”“Good!” she said with a smirk. She spun around again and untied the strings of her bottom, which fell to the floor. She looked back over her shoulder. “You can pick that up and give it a sniff when you pop your eyes back in your head, Big Boy.”She sauntered into the apartment with her bare butt swaying back and forth. She. Shannon sat by the phone waiting for someone to call her, someone to tell her where her little girl had been taken. Tears never stopped falling from her eyes while Shannon could only pray for a miracle. Detective Taylor and his unit set up their equipment while they waited for a call or a note . . . They would just wait for some type of a clue. Shannon curled up in the red over stuffed chairs by the phone, her head kept dropping as she dozed off only to awaken to the fear flowing through her.