I couldn't help but admire her, Dee was German/Irish on her dad's sideand Mexican on her mother's giving her an interesting mix of features.Her slim f...ame and light eyes offset by dark hair, deeper skin tone andgreat booty.As we finished dinner I asked, "How was the steak?" Pretty good, tad overcooked," she replied."Sorry you were distracting me ....Do you really have to go babe?"Her smile turned to a pout as she responded, "I know sweetie, but it'smore than a month's salary in bonus pay, it'll. None of our lot from the Green Jackets were dead legs or layabouts or skivers – OK, so maybe there were a few, but generally the 'volunteers' from the RGJ were good soldiers. I can't say the same for the light infantrymen. Oh sure, they had their barrack room lawyers; good soldiers but gobby, but there were many more dead legs, numpties and slap heads among their contribution than from the RGJ – but then I would say that, wouldn't I?However, only a week after arriving at York I was appointed. "But I am your father for God's sake," he argued, "and I should have stopped you. I should have controlled myself." "What just happened," I told him firmly, "is exactly what I wanted to happen. At least so far. I hope a lot more happens." I leaned into my father, planting several soft kisses on his lips. He was still a bit stiff, but eventually returned my embrace. Emboldened, I kissed more forcefully, more like a lover would. Gradually his lips softened and opened, and our tongues met. I. Peculiar ... drug.C took another deep breath, then shook off his reverie. "Her story fits with the other reports. Paul Hollings. Nineteen year old college freshman. Pledged the Beta Beta fraternity. The fraternity found one of the boxes, and as a gag, changed all their pledges for Hell Week, including Paul. Paul ... disappeared." Only they didn't know it would be permanent," D interrupted.C nodded. "Paul's big brother changed him into a nice 'girl next door' - with a physical addiction.