What I saw was the usual bright andbrassy middle aged woman, dressed up for a big night out on thetown. Packed into a green silk dress much too short ...or her, Ithought. Matching strappy high heels and a clutch purse. Lacy blackstockings. Pinned somewhere back of her blonde curls was some kindof small felt hat with a wisp of black veil. So she was green andblack and lacy and sassy, and busy making me feel uncomfortable. "C'mon in, Pearl," I said. "Bea's almost ready. You look goodtoo, you. Lately I would make up stories about me with another woman.Tonys girlfriend was a favourite fantasy of Adams.She was heavier than me,a size 16,but very pretty,and she had bigger tits than me,and Adam loved big tits.He loved when I would tell him what I would do to her.Or any random girl we knew.It always turned Adam on. Only I wasn't making up stories.I was just telling him what me and his mam had done together, but using someones name obviously.I could never tell Adam about how his mother. The best reward ever. Got it?” he replied sarcastically.“Yes, JM!”“Now, fall in outside and let’s get you kitted for basic.”We swiftly moved outside and lined up, some getting a swat on the backside for not getting the line straight.“Tenshun!” JM Valla ordered and we all snapped to attention. “Right turn, quick march. Follow JM Kilto to the stores!”Yes, Ground Force still did stuff like marching in time and parades as well. It was all about teaching us to be soldiers and to follow orders. “No,” I said, jumping up and hopping across the room. “No. No.”“What’s wrong?” she asked.“You can’t do that.”“Sorry.”“It’s not fair.”“What?”“THAT. Again.”“What? Kiss you? I thought you liked that? We’re friends. It’s OK …”“FUCK Anna. We are NOT friends. We’re not. I mean, we are. But … you HAVE to know I love you, right? I mean, you are a smart girl. You are fucking brilliant. You KNOW I love you. I’ve never said it, but you know. You know!”“Tom …”“Don’t say it, Anna. Don’t say we’re friends. I.