Are you going to be able to do their little cookout,” she asked?I replied, “Sure I can, I will be glad to help.”My mind was racing, with the tho...ght of being alone with Christy for two days, even before the cookout.The next morning, I had to take Donna to the airport. On the way home I turned my phone to the camera’s. I saw that Christy was trying on outfits. The one she had on then, was a short, red dress that fit her every curve.I sent her a text, “I love that one.”When she read the text, she. She'd answered them all and when he was done she'd asked him if he wanted a blowjob.He'd ushered her out of his office, his face flushed and his hands shaking.Her confrontation with Pamela in the plane should have been a shock, and at first it was. It dragged up sinful memories of a proud and independent existence. They were reminders of her being Alicia, this stubborn girl who still believed she had a right to the swirling butterflies of stupid teenage infatuation.On seeing Pamela again, those. Ramos had gotten home earlier than expected and things between him and his dad went as Jack predicted. Ramos was now so happy. Ramos’ dad had invited Jack to visit them on his next Leave. He wanted to see if Jack was as big as his son said. The dad even suggested using Ramos as “the filler” between the two. Jack smiled at the thought of a Ramos sandwich. He’d better get a flight schedule and make some plans. He had Leave already scheduled for next month. He had intended to visit his. Hmm, bath or shower.I did love a bath, but I wasn't quite sure how to work this one. I'd been to the salon that morning and I'd been plucked and waxed and exfoliated until I was shiny smooth all over, so I didn't need to shave or anything, thankfully. Shower it was. It looked amazing. Rainfall showerhead and side jets. I turned on everything I could and waited for the steam to rise.I'd brought my own toiletries, but they were abandoned in favour of the high end Molton Brown shower gel.