"She's nice, but she's not really my type," he said while purposefully avoiding my eyes. "At the mall the other day, she wouldn't let go of my hand." ...ou'll be fine, just be nice to her," Mom encouraged."Yes, but will she be nice to me?" he asked, looking unconvinced."It's just one night," I said. "What could happen?" I'd been telling him that all week. I'd even accepted she might kiss him under the mistletoe. What helped me deal with it was the knowledge that after her party, he'd be going. Smiling, she leaned across the table and set down her wine glass.“So,” she said, “would you like to go back to your apartment and masturbate with me?”Dark enveloped them inside his apartment and cushioned their fall, sinking down onto the sofa, their mouths meeting, inseparable. The windows, decoration, paintings, furnishings and surroundings dissolved around them, their focus funneled into the sensation of lips parting, overflowing in feeling. Their bodies shifted against and across each. Sally felt her blouse soak up the tears and soothed her mother with little kisses and sighs. Brenda calmed and sniffed back her tears, patting Sally she straightened up. ‘Come on Sal let’s get on or there’ll be nothing ready’. They laughed and held hands, stood and sorted out the meal preparation. After the meal, they pushed their plates away and sat at the table, ‘Pete, Sally told me what happened, wait don’t run off, or blame her, I’ve known you’d have problems for some time. I never knew how. ”“Damn! Why didn’t you sign up for ROTC?”“Sir, I was advised by four Army sergeants, a Marine Gunnery Sergeant, and a Navy Chief Petty Officer not to sign up. They said I should check out the ROTC and maybe do some of the classes, but all of them had concerns on how I’d fit in with the regular military. They’re concerned over the fact I’m already fully trained in all they could teach me, plus my experience in combat with the drug smugglers. They all used to be Drill Instructors, at times, and.