” Private Augustus Cole and his best friend Corporal Damon Baird, plopped down next to each other before Marcus even finished his sentence.“Shit, ...ou don’t have to tell me twice,” Cole said as he leaned back against the wreckage of what used to be a park fountain.“Ahhh…Cole, You are always looking to take a seat. What ever happened to all that hard-charging Cole-Train stuff you used to talk about?” Baird said jokingly as he dusted off the filth of dead Locust on his uniform.“Shiiiitttt son, You. The house to myself and..." I had an idea.I dropped the magazines from Dad's stash on my bed and kicked back. Every now and then, you don't need a date. Flipping through recent issues of Playboy and Penthouse eventually led to other things, as usual. After I cleaned up and stashed the mags where I'd found 'em, I went and crashed for the night. Tomorrow was going to be busy. I had to get a date.***"Saturday," I thought. "Now, what did I have to do today?" I debated going back to sleep but. She licked her lips and lifted her shirt up over her head and I finally got a full look at her magnificent breasts.Two large, perfect globes restrained by a tantalizing pink lace bra. The pink lace supported them magnificently creating a dizzying and full line of cleavage perfectly down the middle. They surely appeared larger now that she was partially undressed and she was certainly every bit as incredible as I imagined. She ran her fingers across the edge of the strong lacy fabric that. .. he could still get five years in jail.RING“Hello, this is Richard O’Hara?”“Hey Rich, this is Stan.”“Hey, Stan ... you moved in yet?”“Yeah, actually ... but that’s not what I’m calling about. I got offers on three separate listings down in Mountain View. When are you and that wonderful wife of yours going to grace us with your presence?”“Set them all up for whatever day you want, I’ll be there to sign them,” I said.“Sheila will send you the particulars, Rich. How are you guys doing over in.