Our welcome committee looked like drop outs from an old fifties biker gang. They had long hair, large tattoos and facial hair well in excess of regula...tion and looked like they’d shoot anyone who challenged them about it. They talked about us like we were girl scouts, instead of infantry, and their irritating chatter caused more than one recruit to talk back.That was just what they seemed to want.“Well, who is the maggot that thinks I should shut up?” He screamed.The screamer was about six-foot. ”I sat in the waiting area of a large building in the George Washington University Hospital. Designated driver; Matt would be woozy from the procedure.Three hours later — three hours reading without comprehending my emails and news feeds — we were on the way home. He looked fine, walked fine, but slurred his words a little. He said, “Next time, I’ll pass on the happy juice.”“Next time? Matt.”“Depends on the results. But I’ll be going back every once in a while no matter what.” Shrug, “Just part. He pulled intothe packed parking lot and searchedeverywhere for a spot. He finally found one by the entrance, turned off the engine, and without thinking about his family, ran out of the car to the carnival. Lois watched as Peter anxiously waited in line for the tickets. She shook her headand turned around to face the c***dren."I'm sorryabout this k**s." She sighed.Brianna lookedout the window from the trunk andlaughed, "He looks like a 10-year-old waiting inline." The familyall turned tosee. " She led me upstairs and we went through the now familiar routine, bubble bath, jackoff, washing, licking and dressing. When she was dressed again she called Mistress Beth on the phone to invite her and Tom to lunch.Lunch was like last night's dinner. One of us served with cock and balls on display. The other sucked. With my ass as sore as it was, I was glad sitting wasn't required. Mistress looked like she'd eaten the proverbial canary and Tom, damn him, looked a little smug. Tom's ass was.