But now I was nervous. Note to self, talk to Bob about some relaxation tapes. I needed something boring and innocuous. I closed my eyes and started re...laying Social Studies in my head. Oh yeah! That did the trick.I drifted randomly for a while, just sort of re-living the events of the last twenty four hours. Then somehow I knew it was time. I concentrated on talking to Allison. The scene went blank and suddenly we were sitting in a tent with a flashlight as our only source of light. I was in. We did at least an hour every day of physical training, calisthenics and running mostly. We were issued fake rifles to do this with; they were called rubber ducks for some unknown reason. Even getting back to the barracks after dinner wasn’t the end of things, since that was the only time we had to clean the barracks, and Sergeant Johnson was a stickler for a clean barracks. Sleep was a blessing except we didn’t really get much sleep. Two of us were always awake, on fire guard for two hours at. Five minutes had passed and Valerie put her coffee mug on the floor as did I, she turned to face me and we kissed, then we snogged, and our hands fondled each other’s tits then she took my top off over my head and she took hers off, unclipping my bra I unclasped hers and we were rubbing nipples. She bent down and licked mine, then I licked hers as I moved my hand down and onto her knee, she copied me and soon we were snogging and touching each other thru our panties.Then Valerie stood up and I. We had spent the evening flirting over the fence – there was always some sexual friction between us, Michelle teasing, me trying not to sound too keen. So whilst thinking about last nights conversation - she had be probing me about what turned me on – I glanced out the window. And there on the washing line was some of her freshly washed laundry – a wonderful array of lovely underwear – a peach coloured matching set of satin bra and panties. A red and white polka dot bra, that she had very.