"A lift at last," she mumbled to herself as she picked up the sports bag and moved back from the edge of the road.His smile was the first thing that s...e noticed - open, friendly not hiding anything sinister. She felt relaxed.Once she had climbed up into the cab, placed her bag in the sleeping compartment behind the seats and sat down she was able to get her first look at the man that has saved her from scorching to death on the side of the road. He had long black hair - tied back, the wind. He spun Poppy around and brushed the sand off her back and legs, takinglonger than was needed on her bottom."Hey, hands off my fanny." Poppy slapped his hand away."Come on, keep up Penelope." Elliot slapped her on the ass and took offdown the track laughing."Don't you dare call me Penelope!" she called out and ran after him.They both showered when they got home and Elliot was surprised whenPoppy came out of her bedroom dressed in a bright summer dress andsandals. She had toned down her. We had our moments. She never truthfully apologized for her infidelity, her blatant cheating, and for going back on her promise to never contact LTJG piss ant. In Jan of 1978, I got a great set of orders to BuPers in Washington, D. C. Just a few weeks after I received my orders, I went to a Change of Command ceremony at the Naval Aviation Museum. Looking at the rows of chairs in perfect alignment in front of the podium, I got a real shock. In the third row was LT Fuckhead. The bastard was with. It was a type of butt-plug, but it wasn’t designed to stretch her like most would. It had a tapered steel bulb attached to a thin steel rod with a loop on the end for attaching the tail. She liked it because it tickled and stimulated her insides without the constant stimulation of a normal plug. Last, but not least, she fished out the small velvet collar with the tiny silver bell.Having decided on the theme, she now just needed to find something to give it that final touch. She had very few.