I knew if I ignored it, more and more would happen. She was obviously trying to get my attention. No, I had to take that back. She had gotten my atten...ion big time. Damn it, she looked incredibly sexy naked. What would she do next? The other thing I knew for certain, I wouldn't resist her attempts. Eventually, I'd get myself in trouble unless I did something to put a stop to, well, whatever was happening. I had to take the bull by the horns.Normally, Naomi would drive down the five miles to the. ”When she was in position, Jack took a moment to fondle her little tits, noting that her nipples were rock hard.“Someone’s turned on. Is it showing your body off or being treated this way?”“Daddy!”“Answer me. Now!”Jack could just hear her whispered response. “Both.”“Good girl.”Jack just groaned “God, Stacy you are gorgeous.”Stacy took pride in her father’s words.“Such a good girl.” Saying that, Jack reached out and started stroking her hair as she beamed up at him. He couldn’t wait to start. I was just kidding. Sorry. I talked with Rita, too. I know it wouldn't work between us, but I miss that friendship or whatever it was we had. I really thought you cared about me, and not just because I -- of my condition." I did — I do, John!" she blurted. Then, "I miss it, too," she admitted quietly. I almost didn't hear her.We sat in silence, our first really awkward time since that first day by the pool. I got my books together and she walked me to the library. The clean up crew was due. Two hundred and fifty feet was a long way down for a country boy who'd never been in a building taller than three stories.The cadre sergeant in charge of Tower Week was particularly adept at making us miserable. His name was Horace Bechtel, and he had been a paratrooper since there had been an airborne. Sergeant First Class Bechtel was small, wiry and as mean as a water moccasin. He set the tone for week two when we formed up for PT on Monday morning."I don't like my Mama because she's a leg,".