”“I disagree,” he said but failed to elaborate. “What do you like — sexually?”“Uh…”“You can be specific.”I licked my lips and co...sidered my answer. “I guess I like not being in control. Um, I kind of like, you know, um, being ‘taken.’”“Do you like rough sex?”“Uh, yeah?”“What type of men would you like to be paired with, ideally?”“What type?”“Physically.”“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I like older guys.” He looked at me then, for a moment, and I realised that I was sort of describing him.“How. . ?" Manny bets you? He won't, Baby. He knows better. Come on..." she cajoled."All right..." I followed her in and perched myself on a stool next to her on the fourth side of the table with Manny on my left and Coop facing me and Larue on my right. Donna was on a similar stool between Coop and LaRue. I'd have probably slunk in, except for Donna being there; I didn't want to undermine the work Belle had done on her. Donna was surreptitiously wiping her mouth; I pretended that I didn't know. “Lick it now!” he told her and pulled his gleaming plunger from her mouth with a luridpopping sound. It was jammed straight up in front of her face as he yanked her closeto him, her moist lips smacking the underside of his shaft near the base. He reachedinto his overalls and brought his hairy balls tumbling out against her chin.By that time she was as sensuously involved as he, and of her own accord shebegan to lick his velvety, big brown nuts, picking up a sharp tang of perspiration. Heshoved. He allowed me to see some of his models and his drawings of them when he invited me into his studio on Fridays to pay me. His drawings are quite faithful to his subject matter. I trust you are as beautiful as the artwork indicates. It would be an honor to have you as a pen pal. Mail delivery to the base is fairly regular now, much better than it was a year ago. The tide of the war has turned. If it is God’s plan, bravery will not be a problem much longer. Soon it will be lights out, so I must.