While the General's Aide waited patiently, Candidate Monson changed from his utility grade fatigues to his Class A greens. His team leader, a young Li...utenant became visibly flustered when he was told that Monson had told the aide to "hang on" while he changed his clothes. It just wasn't done. Young enlisted men, with three months active duty just do NOT tell a Lt. Colonel to "hang on".When he reported to the General, Ranger Candidate Monson, Kyle W. was a poster-like example of spit and polish. She turned back. "Areyou still in pain honey?" She said. I just lifted the hem of my hospitalgown."Oh!" She said in shock. "I'll get Sister." She rushed off.She came back with the nursing Sister who lifted my gown with no thoughtto my modesty. "Someone has made a mistake! There is nothing we can doexcept report the problem. Someone higher up will have to sort this out,we will just have to carry on with the education programme until theydo. Sorry sweetie, I'm sure this will all be sorted out. There's almost no time to do anything." She was whining now because all she could think of was all the things she wanted to do, especially visiting that art gallery; that was the top priority.While she waited for Morgan to get ready, she quickly dressed in a green and white striped sundress that she had bought just for the trip. It was cute but casual. And a pair of flip flops to match.Finally, he was ready and gave her a look over, his eyes traveling up and down in a most pleasing manner. "You. . ?” The single word is all Yulia can get out before Cindy presses in again. Her lips are soft and sensuous. Cindy opens her mouth slightly and Yulia’s tongue finds hers. She can feel herself getting aroused after even just a few moments of kissing this stranger. Cindy presses her body against the cop’s. She is ready to go, and Yulia presses deeper into her mouth, her gun falling from her hand to clatter on the hard ground.After a moment, they pull away to draw a breath.“Well ... that was a.