“Good”. He told me where I was going to be sleeping and to take my duffel bag up there to drop off and then to come back down to the Comm. Center ...o meet the captain in charge. I did as I was told.The captain was a middle aged guy who seemed quite nice. He told me to report to the company C.O.’s office to take part in soldier of the month competition. “What?” was my mental response.I literally had just walked in and now I was already competing for soldier of the month, seriously? “You got nice. He was naked, transfixed, and immobile too, like his beautiful wife. His arms were raised together over his head, fastened by wrist cuffs to a chain which hung from a ceiling beam in the cellar of this room in his palatial home. His legs were spread by a space bar hooked to each ankle, his feet just touching the floor. He too was sweating, a little bit from the pain, but more from the sight of his wife enduring my touch on the massage table. It excited him, excited him a lot. The pain in his. I can feel his eyes piercing my soul. I almost feel his breath. I decide at this point it's far better to go for broke. For the first time I take a big chance. "Ever since my fiancé broke up with me, I've been lost. I've felt like a loser. I found some of her things in my boxes and when I wore them it made me feel better."He looks at me strangely. "These are her clothes?"I swallow and take another breath. "Actually I bought these myself."His face breaks and he gives me a cocked smile. "So you. "I still don't know your name, or for that matter, anything about you," Donnie said kindly."That's Margie," Ellie chirped. "She's my best friend in the world. We tell each other everything," she finished with a rush."Everything?" Yes, everything," Ellie replied and realizing that she might have overstepped her bounds, reddened in embarrassment."It's all right," Donnie said, "am I correct in that Margie wants some of what you got?"Both girls nodded affirmatively and erupted in a fit of.