I also heard at this time that Ffion had been released from Sick Quarters and had moved off camp with Geraint, no one seemed to know where.It seemed a...bit like hitting a nut with a sledge hammer to put me up before a General Court Martial. A District Court Martial has the sentencing power to award up to 4 years inside a military prison, and surely they weren't going to give me more than that. It was an open and shut case, I had definitely struck a superior officer, and most of the great and the. C owned a pool, so Tony and I spent many a days swimming back there. Mr. C. traveled a lot that left Mrs. C., Tony and I alone. Mrs. C. would often come out by the pool and join us, she usually just sunbathed. She always wore a bikini that barely held in her large breasts. I always had to stay in the pool longer to let my hard on subside. Whenever Tony went inside to go to the bathroom or get a drink I took the opportunity to steal glances at the bathing beauty.Whenever Mrs. C. got out of the. I sat beside him and made him lean up so I could put his hands in these cute little handcuffs, with pink fuzz around the chrome. Then I pushed him back gently, stood up in front of him and put a pink and black collar on him that said "PRINCESS" in big black furry letters and of course the leash to go with it. I love to have my "college guy" tied up and helpless. That always makes me drippin wet.Anyway, once i got him situated and comfortable, I had to have my way with him.First, I started by. I mentioned that I’d like to sit behind home plate ... the bastard put me to work running the speed gun. That freed up the third base coach.The pitcher, a young fella I’d never heard of was blazing ‘em by batter after batter at 90 mph or better when I realized all the kid had was a fastball.I called out to the batter, “Look. He’s throwing the same pitch every time. The ball crosses the plate in the same place over and over. He’s pitching in the low 90’s. Time it.”Two pitches.