We danced closely, our hands wandering over each other. She turned and faced me, her lips near to mine. I looked at my friends, who were cheering me o.... “Hey, keep your attention on me,” she said, pulling my face back to hers. “Want to go into the alley and have some fun, sexy?” she asked me.“Y..yes, I would love to,” I stuttered back, not believing this goddess was offering to have sex with me. She grabbed my hand and forcefully pulled me away from the dance floor and outside. As soon as we. When we arrived it looked like a normal nightclub, loud music, people dancing, and drinking. It wasn't until after midnight and a few drinks did thinngs get interesting. what looked like a normal club was actually gay club and it was tranny night(I know not politically correct). As we danced our body contact continued to be very sensual and all I wanted to do was take her right there on the dance floor.We decided to sit down for a for a little bit and have a drink. Instead of sitting next to me. After my week of “vacation” it was time to go back to work and was shocked when I opened my boxes of clothes to find none of my “regular” work clothes were here. All my obscenely tight skinny jeans and short shorts and of course all my “trap” outfits which I cannot wear to work (they are almost to indecent to wear to the clubs) were all I could find. I screamed for Paul who came ambling into the room where my boxes were stored. “Where are all my work clothes ... I can’t go to work in any of. They had you as E-8(P) (promotable). I spoke to the General yesterday. It's cool," he said."The second problem is more personal, sir. Do you know LTC O'Day?" I asked."Yes, go on," he answered in a guarded voice."Well Friday night, I rescued his daughter, Amber, from being raped by a couple of guys. She has sort of adopted me. I promised to look after her because, to be honest sir, her parents don't seem to give a good damn about the girl." That is putting the situation rather mildly, Sergeant.