I shipped out for Athens. I got into trouble in the town, just outside of the training camp. I burned down a whorehouse, for fucking me over.There was...this bar called "Claris Daub's". It was a known whorehouse, to the fleet. Well, at 15 (and with money to burn, and women to fuck), I was hot for some fun and games.I went with some guys from the base. They told me not to go up stairs, but I didn't listen.I went up with this big fat woman name Mara.She took me in this room, and told me to take off. She was there saying uncle tommy i need your hard fat cock now its been too long. erin had on a nice blouse and a tight demin mini skirt, and her boots christ she looked hot.im not wearing panties uncle tommy look, her pussy was fucking hot and getting wet, please uncle tommy i need that big cock, i told her to bend over her bed i was going to fuck her tight pussy and teach her a leason, she hiked up her skirtand got on all fours, my pants were off cock was hard and ready, i slipped my cock. Lisa tentatively reached up her small hand and placed it on the garbage man's broad shoulder. Her voice full of shame, she said, "I - I can't believe he said those horrible things. I'm really, really sorry." Tears started to well up in her eyes. She peered intently into his broad flat face, trying to think of some way to ease his pain."He a fucking asshole," the man repeated."Y- yes," she admitted. "But he didn't mean, that is... those things he said..."The fatter garbage man, also burning with. I loved the Air Force and I knew I was making a difference. I left it to Rodney to keep it going. BUT I checked into the possibility of staying on part time, and got a lead on an assignment to the Kentucky National Guard, the 123rd STS, so I could at least keep my hands dirty. Still pending, but we’d see. Biggest problem was if we deployed. I had a pretty good-sized tech firm to take care of. I’d probably not pursue it, and cry all night long when I made the decision not to join the guard.A.