Just too bad you didn't tell me more about that 'strange stuff.' I could've kept it warm for you until your next shore leave." You'll do all right on ...your own, Pop. Get a piece of ass for me, huh?" Sure, kid."They embraced. Then Jack, the son, left to catch his ride back to his ship and Matt, the father, settled down in an easy chair with a fresh can of beer to think in private about what it would be like to be young again.Matt grumbled when the doorbell rang a few minutes after Jack had gone.. I laughed right out loud when he dropped back so he could enjoy the view of my ass cheeks flexing as I ran. I couldn’t help but give him an extra little wiggle here and there. As he ran up beside me he gave my ass the hardest slap imaginable. But for his steadying hand, I would have tumbled over my feet. He pulled me tight to his sweaty chest and he kneaded my ass. For the first time, we shared a delightful sensuous reciprocal kiss. For a moment, I almost felt his equal. Almost. I wondered if. “Working as help in a low-key retail operation,” he answered quite unfazed.“How long you figure you have to work to fill the tank of this pocket rocket?”“About four hours, I s’pose. I have a tank card, so I won’t really find out,” he laughed. “So when will you have to start with practice?”“A week from now I can move into our dorm and then practice will start. Hey, you wouldn’t know of a cheap place to crash for a week? I sort of lit out a week early and I don’t want to spend all my savings on a. I decided to work on my walking and mannerisms some more.I walked back and forth, trying to make sure to take short steps,keeping my head and shoulders straight, one foot in front of the other.Swinging my arms but not too much.Watching myself in the mirror walking back and forth, seeing myponytail, full of curls bouncing as I walked, my cute purse in my hand,I looked like such a girl and I loved it.I practiced sitting and standing. Making sure to smooth my dress out,knees together, ankles.