"Gertrude has returned to her former house," she said by way of explanation, "You are not in the wrong room; Monsignor Flavin would not permit that to...happen."Then she branched out even further from the strict obedience to her Master's injunction not to ask questions."What would you like me to do, or what would you like to do?" she asked.The priest appeared to be considering this for a moment and then he asked, "What may I do?" Anything at all," she replied, causing his trousers to tent. Master Sergeant Jake Stanislaw was elected, or I should say, volunteered for the job.Jake invited me behind the barracks. Being full of piss, vinegar, and booze, I took him up on his offer. After Jake handed my ass to me, three falls out of 3. We started talking. I told him everything, my parents, Mary, the miscarriage, divorce, betrayal. By the end, I was in worse shape, bawling my guts out. From that point on, Jake took me under his wing. It’s not that he taught me how to be a soldier, he. I love hotties! Especially other men's wives. Somehow the idea of fucking another man's wife gets me harder than kryptonite. I had just found this hot number when my radar beeped, alerting me that a vehicle was approaching traveling in excess of 115 MPH. Begrudgingly, I switched off my phone and got into position for pursuit. As the white Mercedes screamed past, I switched on my lights and gunned the cruiser. In about a minute I was on her tail, I enjoyed the rush of adrenaline I got and could. I don't remember anyone laughing at my humor in a long, long time."Where are we going?" We are going to the next city we can find, Kristy. What's the closest city on the back of that tourist brochure I grabbed?" Reading. Turn left onto Route 222 when we find it."As we cruised towards the northern outskirts of town, I pulled over to a farmer's stall and stocked up on veges, fruit, and homemade goods. Kristy had barely eaten any of the burger last night but seemed quite happy to mow through the.