I have tried to forgive, but, I’m not there yet! Many of my co-workers at the plant think I should drop you like a hot rock, letting you shack up wi...h your nameless female stranger. Others have urged me to forgive you. ‘There’s a war that needs to be won.’ ‘After all, you were drunk and this hussy took advantage of you.’ I’m going to have to think about it. February 1 st , 1942 One of my co-workers, Jane was over for coffee this morning. We talked a lot! I mean A LOT. About you. About me. About. “Besides, It’s still in the Rover.”My phone played that distinctive sound that signified, Myndee calling. I hated it but I couldn’t figure out how to change it. Myndee, however, can program a satellite receiver without the book. She programed my ancient American (Japanese) Video Recorder/Player with absolutely no help or book. She made the damn thing do things I didn’t know it could do. (I am willing to bet good money that the engineers who designed it couldn’t make it do the things she made it. Someone has to manage the warehouses. Someone has to schedule the movement of material, keep track of inventory and order what is needed and see to it that it gets to where it is needed in a timely manner. Someone has to supervise the people. The list goes on and on. You made corporal in two years and most, if they make corporal at all, don't get the rank until near the end of their enlistment so higher obviously thinks you have the goods. If you reenlist now I can guarantee a slot in the next. She pulled me slightly downward and toward the foot of the bed so she could have better access to my sex. She rubbed the head on my tender well-fucked rim. As she did this she opened her mouth with an exaggerated effort and lowered herself onto me without touching me at all- until her throat touched my cockhead. Then she closed me in and paused for a moment. I watched her begin to stroke her own soft cock a little and jump with an orgasmic aftershock. Her warm mouth tightened and then she.