With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the...door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open. He was 10 years older, a Vietnam vet and was a lawyer at the firm my mom had just gotten a job at. I never knew him well because he died of cancer when I was 8, but from what people have told me, they had a yin and yang thing going. They were so different that they complimented each other. She helped him let his hair down, and he sometimes kept her grounded. Part of the reason I joined the Corps against my mom’s wishes was because of him and how occasionally she would talk about his bravery. Imagine a woman approaching 50 looking at herself in the mirror with her legs open, wearing only a garter belt, hosiery and with a pair of 5 inch heels on her feet. For some reason I felt very sexy and attractive, and then I started to run my fingers over the stockings and the open part of my legs above the tops of them and over my breasts. I hadn’t felt much sexual yearning for a long time, and I had seldom masturbated but now I could not stop myself. I started to play with myself and soon. She smiled back at David and said, ‘my name is Mary and that would be wonderful, what will you have, apart from me that is.’ She laughed! He laughed too! David said. ‘I’ll have a short black coffee, with a glass of water, and when can I have you?’ Mary just smiled and left his question unanswered. He sat down next to her, even though the chair opposite was vacant so that his leg would be able to slowly touch hers during their time together at the table. As they talked and told each other.