‘Hello, Karl, so nice to see you. How have you been?’ Her voice was like silk caressing his eardrums. ‘I’m fine, young lady. How have things ...one since graduation? Here, sit next to me and bring me up to speed on the current events in your life.’ Xalika lay in the adjacent lounge chair and they talked about how her career started out fast with the 5 pledge contributor business cards she accumulated at the Senior Banquet. One of her best client’s turned out to be one of the bidders for some of. I peeked through the door hole and there she was. Wrapped in a baby blue robe, she looked pretty cute. I opened the door and welcomed her in. (the robe surprised me, but in a nice way) I told her it was great to see her again. She responded with a "Hey, we're both oldsters, and we know why I'm here. How about a shower!?" I responded with a tug at the sash of her robe. The sash fell to the floor - the robe popped open - and I got to see what had been hidden by her bathing suit. I sighed - led. Then Gavin moved over to Brit and I was glad. That was until Brit said, “Mmm, that feels so good,” and it was muffled and sounded very erotic, which aroused me even further. I thought to myself, “What the fuck am I going to do?”Gavin switched back to me and as his hands massaged the small of my back, I so wanted to moan, but I bit my bottom lip instead. I was getting hotter inside and the moisture was starting to build inside my smooth folds. My nipples also began to lengthen. This was not good. Vehicles were prime targets, and it was nothing to be rolling down a road and need to swerve around a suspected IED or shoot back at somebody who jumped up and let fly with an RPG. Convoy duty was the scariest thing I ever did. I swear I’d rather be in a straight up firefight than spend hours bouncing around waiting to get killed by some asshole with a remote detonator.It was a war of attrition. Getting supplies in from Baghdad or Ramadi was always questionable. Water was always limited, so.