That night, I wrote: “Thank you for the wonderful, brief and tender few moments we had in our special, secluded spot in the park among the bushes th...is morning, as you focused on MY bush. Lying under you on the grass as you kissed my mouth and nibbled my neck. You gently unbuttoning my blouse and then forcefully, primitively flinging it open to hungrily devour my aching nipples. Feeling you so thick and so hard, and throbbing so powerfully against my hand down your pants, made my heart beat fast. "You know, I'veheard the rents for even the smallest stores in this mall are reallyoutlandish. I wonder how whoever runs this place makes any money withouthaving much stock on hand?" It sure looks like we wasted our time coming in here. I don't thinkthere's much sense in wasting any more time sticking around here anylonger." I guess not."However, before they had time to turn towards door, a wizened old man,huffing and puffing, wearing an equally worn, almost ancient lookingbathrobe, entered. Mimi squealed. My tongue licked up and down her slit as she gyrated before me. My hands moved up and down her smooth, silky thighs and my face burrowed deeper inside her, as I feasted on the delights of her womanhood. Her juices flowed while my mouth explored her desperate regions. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face deeper into her. My tongue danced with her clit, twirling and whirling her into ecstasy. ‘Oh, Bam,’ she whimpered. ‘Bam…’ I reached up and grasped one of her. It ate at him, the lie he needed to tell. It was almost more than he could bear, almost more than he could ask of himself.He’d do it, though. He knew he would. He’d do it because his Sergeant had asked him to and he owed his Sergeant and his Lieutenant more than he could ever repay.He knew, though, this lie was just one step too far. This lie was crossing his own personal line of morality. This lie he – a hardened Marine – would have nightmares about for a long time to come.“Bitches, right?” He.