The recruiters were still after me. Rangers, Green Berets, Delta Force, CID and a few folks who didn't want to tell me what their groups were called o... what exactly they did.I found that I liked the interviewing and the investigating more than any of the rest of the things I'd done, so I decided on CID.I did my testing and got promoted a few times, and then found myself working like a plain clothes police investigator.I wasn't happy, I didn't have any friends, no private or social life to speak. I would be in the living room with baby Greg, watching TV, and hear the two women talking. Sometimes they would talk about sex. Claire would complain that Greg did not like to have sex while Claire was pregnant. One day I heard Claire say "she was so horney she could have sex with a cucumber." Mom laughed and told her that probably would not be a good idea. Needless to say, they did not know I was listening. After listening to them talk I would go to my room and jack-off, fantasizing that I was. He knew of Kim's growing fascination for him, and her having sex with this stranger was not only out of character, but would ruin the plans he had. He just hoped Marie would not get lost. JD would worry about Marie's arrival later. It was time to take care of some assholes first, then calm an angry redhead. JD had guided enough trips over the years to sense when things were falling apart inside groups. The group dynamic here was neither requested or appreciated. “Just behind that clipped. On a few ocassions I had a caught a glimpse up her skirt at her panties as she sat on the couch. I loved when she took her shoes off, i would be mesmerized by her feet in nylon (I think thats where my fetish for women's feet in nylon began).One Friday night in particular, I had been at a friends house and returned home around 3am. It was a warm summers night. I switched the living room light on and saw that Joan was asleep on the couch, under a blanket.Normally I would have turned the light.