"So what do you think?" I asked."Hummm, well it looks OK to me. Maybe a bit too long in the second segment but that should clear up without a problem,...at least I think so."His arm was still on my shoulder and I didn't move it. "Well I'll bet John can shorten that when he's on camera." I looked over at him and I was positive that he was staring down my blouse. "So what do you think?" I asked, looking down at my blouse and then back into his eyes."It's a beautiful blouse. That was what you were. After about 3 minutes of shaking too much to do anything I finally peeled the panties off and got dressed again, my mind in a whirl. It was far too good to stop now, I had to do it again tomorrow! I tidied up hoping nobody would notice the tiny stain which had formed on the carpet after I had inadvertently let the spunk slide off my cock onto the floor. I placed the panties as close as possible to where I could remember finding them on the floor. I checked the time – 15.50pm! It had seemed to. But if it ever comes to that, I want you to know these are here. I had to have an abortion when I was your age, and I still lie awake wondering about who I killed." I had told Peter I'd bought the condoms, so he wouldn't suspect anything, but not the abortion."Oh Mrs. Connor, I'm so sorry."Every time we had Kara babysit and she had George over, I checked the box afterward. It remained unopened, though that didn't prove anything. And sometimes, when Peter drove her home, how do I say this, it. You have someone waiting for you?” “Yes Sir. I have a husband in the lowlands, a farmer. He is waiting for me,” just thinking about his proximity quickens my pulse, warms the extremities of my body. The adjutant clenches his jaw and nods, “then go to him and live well. Always remember, many just expect to inherit freedom. You earned yours,” the statement trails into silence and I understand that I am dismissed. I leave the demob centre in a spluttering ancient transport of welded steel and.