As Frankie gathered herself up, put her shoes back on, retrieved her jacket from the back of the sofa and packed her laptop away, her legs where shaki...g.Bob just got up and walked away, saying nothing.Frankie drank the last of her coffee which was now cold to see if that would calm her down, then as casually as she could, feeling anything but casual, she walked out of the coffee shop.She didn’t know how her legs got her to the alleyway behind the shop, but as she walked down it not knowing if. Our equipment was being prepared for shipment.The company commander came to me with a request. He asked that I go to battalion supply and draw a sniper field kit. It seems the backup sniper team shooter had his appendix burst, and was in the hospital, and would be for a while. He also developed a severe infection at the surgical site.I got the gear, packed it up, and ready for our deployment. The day before we were scheduled to ship out I decided to write Sandy a letter. I had always thought of. Thomas became aware of the clock ticking. By five to five, without a single pause from the drone like voice of the lecturer, the sound was driving him insane.He dashed from the room as soon as he could and headed outside. It was still light out, the sun a long way from the horizon, but all the heat of the day was gone. It wasn't cold exactly, but Thomas was grateful for his long sleeves. Somehow he was not surprised in the slightest to find Sera dressed in shorts when he arrived, his open. Her figure was trim and nicely rounded in all the right places and her skirts and pants never hid those facts. She had one of the nicest asses I've ever seen on a babe.As a naive teenager, I didn't recognize that an adult woman could actually be flaunting her sexy body on purpose in front of her students. But one day I actually got a view of Miss Wilson's bikini panties (they were pink) up underneath her skirt and the way she was sitting, there was no way it could have been accidental. No, Miss.