Jorge and I had little in common, I was pretty straight laced while he was constantly escaping into the world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. It d...dn't seem to matter much to either of us as long as we were playing chess. His mom seemed to like me, she often said it or it was inferred, she hoped I would be a good influence compared to some of Jorge's other friends. I flirted with her incessantly though I was careful curtail it when Jorge was around. A few times I even put my arms. I had to lean her against the wall to keep her upright. Was she expecting all talk or what? Apparently, she wasn't expecting the through cleaning she received because I really went after what I had been missing for a long while.She was sobbing and practically unconscious by the time I was finished cleaning her up. During my activities I could swear that I had heard someone come into the coat room and that whoever it was had been breathing heavily. My mind and tongue had been busy at the time so. She'd been put in a van, and the driver had taken the two Petty Officers to the Naval Science Institute. Her single bag would be waiting for her at the Transient Quarters (the base hotel, Lenore figured out).Lenore felt conspicuous, in her black Service Dress, and her white Bosun's lanyard on display. Technically speaking, it was a device only supposed to be worn with a dress uniform – Service Dress did not qualify – or while on guard duty, but Lenore had assured Chief Kostowe she'd wear it.The. I was just kicking back, relaxing and enjoying my freedom after the hellish first year of college. My academic successes were above average by a fair amount, but it cost me dearly in hard, mind-breaking efforts throughout the year.There is not much to tell about myself. My name is John. Some people see me as a bit too conservative, but I consider myself normal, if a bit more mature than most people my age. I always found the concept of dating just for the purpose of 'getting some' a big turn.