Her posterior looked beautiful in that position. Arching her back she stood waiting for me to take her from behind. I was on my knees and felt her rou...d and heavy buttocks. I was erect and the thirst was high. I put myself in her and getting a hold of her waist I started doing her from behind. She got a little bit noisy this time. And I was getting exhausted. Finally when my exhaustion beat my desire, I stopped and sat down.‘What happened’, she asked.‘I need a little break’, I replied,. It was laborious. And in her current mind-state, facing difficulty was way down on her list of priorities. As she brought her fingers to the stack of stapled papers on the desk and began to flip through, she thought about the afternoon she’d blown off class to do a very different kind of ‘blowing’ with her friends Ryan and Drew. She laughed reflexively. It was still pretty crazy to think that she’d actually let them talk her into intentionally skipping her class and getting in trouble just so. " I wouldn't know anything about that, sir." His face was inscrutable ... like all well trained Japanese officers. "It couldn't have been Japanese. We, the Imperial Navy, would never try such a thing." Good to hear," I said. "Then I'm certain that you won't protest when I tell you we sunk it."Inscrutable face dissolved into blood red. "Sunk it?" Blew the fucking thing all to hell. Killed every stinking, murdering, cocksucker on board. Dropped 12 sticks of good Dupont 2,4,6-trinitrotoluene right. “Yeah.”“Yeah, she totally got you.”The more I started to think about it, the more I started to think this:“Am I actually dating a stripper?”Also, the second thing I thought, as Lillian brought by my non-alcoholic beverage of choice to me, was what she said:“The more you go to strip clubs… the more likely you might see something...”I not so sneakily got a look at her ample breasts, and looked at the bartender’s eyes. She had grey eyes.“Lillian, have you seen anything… you know, fucked up.