They were back in their environment and they did their best to avoid contact with the civilians or the Indians in front of the other resident military...personnel.It was almost as if they felt direct contact was demeaning in some way and was entirely unprofessional unless they were ordered to by higher authority or were in civilian clothing themselves and either headed out the gate for a short stretch of “Liberty” or even a longer period of “Leave” that gave them some respite from the constant. Being a large as I am I bring out that element of fear in the small, wimpy cuckold, that makes being an ALPHA male so exciting.Several months ago I was browsing the internet and found an advertisement. A young couple only a couple hours away. "Looking for a dominant male to help train my husband into the cuckold life." Dominant male! That was me. Anyway, we talked on the phone and made an arrangement to meet at a local Holiday Inn.I made it VERY clear that I was an Alpha male and would expect. He never got fucking lucky like that, when it came to the old mazoola. Every dime he acquired was fucking earned. It seemed like he never won a bet or could succeed at card games. He’d never even gotten a break at a horse race. He’d long since resigned himself to the reality that any wealth that came into his hands had to be earned the hard, old fashioned way. He re-filled his cup with more coffee and stared at the enigma in front of him. Should he bring it to a museum? Should he. I didn’t really know her too well. In fact, I barely knew her at all. We’ve never spoken a word to each other before that moment. The whole reason I was even in that bathroom in the first place is because Megan passed me a note in the hallway the day before. It was strange, I would say, that she had given me that note. Definitely shocked me. I remember reading her pretty cursive writing, Meet me tomorrow in the girls bathroom at exactly 10:30, I’ll be wearing a pair of black heels. Don’t be.