"General Colt, your statement saying that your oath as a Marine justifies your behavior is a travesty of everything you are charged with teaching the ...ecruits at your training facility. Such behavior as yours cannot be tolerated in the United States military. The least sentence I can give you is that you be stripped of rank, dishonorably discharged and that you spend at least the rest of your lifetime in the stockade."Colt reacted to that. "You're all a bunch of traitors!!!"The case must have. I entered the bedroom cautiously. I figured that I had just had a near miss. He could've caught me thrashing around the bed; now that would have been embarrassing.I moved around the bed to get dressed but peeped out of the window first to see if the coast was clear. I looked down in horror. The pics had spread like a fan of cards all the way across the ledge. The window cleaner had just ogled my wife in the most intimate poses. The worst pics spread out on top. I panicked and stuffed the. I said, "tasteful comments are allowed." I bowed, sat and hit play.On the screen came the title - "America's Sweetheart", with a kiss mark over the T. That Gilbert, always classy. Then a white room, the white bed, soft piano music, on the right a door opens, in walks a vision, giving the impression of an angel approaching the bed. Felipe's creation accentuating the curves, the lift of the breasts, the shapely legs, the sex on display. From the back, "Holy shit. Is that? Aunt Cindy, you. But if you don't want to go to the concert-" "No, no. What time do you want me there?" "The concert starts at 8, why don't you come by at 4?" Ingrid still wasn't sure what Cindy was up to, but she didn't really have anything else planned for Saturday, since she had originally planned on going to the concert. And, she supposed, if Cindy tried to do anything weird, all she had to do was leave. Ingrid finally decided, "Alright. It's a deal." -- Ingrid spent the early part of Saturday getting ready.