It was here that I learned why, more or less, Greg came to be in the program. Towards the end of the conversation I began to rub my neck and shoulder... to relieve the days soreness. Greg pounced on the opportunity and told me that he gave great massages.Now at 22, I wasn't stupid. I knew from Greg's mannerisms and the lilt of his voice that he was gay. Not to mention the story he had just told me about the 17 year old boy. Truth is, I was kind of horny and wanted to see where this was going so I. As their slogan suggests, you don’t join the Marines, you become one, and for recruits from east of the Mississippi, Parris Island was where her first internal battles would begin. Boot camp was broken into three phases. Phase one was the transition from a civilian to a recruit and began at the Recruit Receiving station. There she received her first military haircut and her initial gear issue, uniforms, toiletries, and letter writing supplies. Over the next three weeks she was subjected to full. If she didn’t do something about it, she was going to go crazy, the risk of her jailors walking in on her be damned... She began to unzip her leather jacket, her heart beating faster as she exposed her toned midriff, running her sharp claws across her stomach as they wandered down to her belt buckle. Her muscles tensed beneath her tanned skin, pulling taut as she left stinging trails, just the right amount of pain to get her going. She fumbled with her buckle for a moment, hastily unfastening. But it seemed that not everyone was as shy as me, and I wasn't the only boy she offered herself to. I had a friend called Doug, who often came to the house. He was there one afternoon after school, and I suddenly realised that my mother was sitting in an armchair opposite him and letting him see her legs. She was wearing that housecoat of hers again, and a few of the bottom buttons were undone, and she kept crossing and re-crossing her legs, very slowly. Even from where I was sitting to the.