She was fast asleep and I moved myself to within an inch of her andsmelled her hair, it smelled wonderful like rose pedals and I could feel mypanties ...eginning to dampen again. I couldn't resist touching her, ever solightly brushing my hand over her shoulders and against her heaving perfectlittle breasts, Being careful not to wake her up though. Feelingemboldened by this act of courage I gently worked my hand down lower andever so carefully let it rest against her t-shirt covered crotch. God. Life had been one big party since she had moved out of her parents house at 28. It had almost become a routine -- get off work at 5:30 each afternoon, home for a quick shower and change and then hit the clubs. Her favorites were either Murphy's or Charlie's Forever because both clubs gave a girl the best chance of being picked up.She mentally cataloged the men she'd had over the past 10 years, what was it? It was important to keep track, if a girl didn't know whom she'd slept with, well -- then. With that, they make their way back to their cars with JC waving goodbye on the front steps.“Man, you think she was flirting with us?” SSgt asks his senior. “I was catching the same vibe,” MSgt grinned looking back at the now vacant front steps. SSgt starts to mull, “What the fuck. I’m getting a fucking dishonorable discharge anyway. What more can they do to me?” “Top, since I’m just down the road, I’ll check back with her after the hurricane passes,” SSgt says to the MSgt. With that, they get. At this moment Danglars, who had been incessantly observing every change in Fernand's look and manner, saw him stagger and fall back, with an almost convulsive spasm, against a seat placed near one of the open windows. At the same instant his ear caught a sort of indistinct sound on the stairs, followed by the measured tread of soldiery, with the clanking of swords and military accoutrements; then came a hum and buzz as of many voices, so as to deaden even the noisy mirth of the bridal party,.