She smiled, picked up her glass, and as she took a drink, she responded into the glass that I had seen her here before. Taken aback, I replied that ye...s I had seen her once, earlier in the week, with a large group of other ladies. She laughed now, soft, with good humor and a slight blush, and mentioned that we hadn’t taken our eyes from each other except on occasion that night. Now it was my turn to blush and I started to apologize when she told me not to, because she was as guilty of it as I. Sorry sweetie she said to Sujata, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.Emm that’s OK Maam, its your room said Sujata turning red. I kept hold of the edge of Sarah’s towel as she stood up and disrobed her with ease. This was the second time in 3 days that Sujata had been faced with a naked person in our room. But she seemed unfazed. Sarah pretended to be mad at me, as I apologized and said it was an accident. I noticed that Sujata was busy examining Sarah’s exquisite body; with none of the trepidation. And that was exactly what her current outfit afforded her. On her feet she wore a pair of close fitting boots made of supple leather that would allow her to move quickly and gracefully. On her legs she wore a simple, tan pair of skin tight leggings that would do nothing to encumber her actions. And to protect her torso, she wore a simple shirt of lightweight chainmail over a thin woolen tunic.On her head she wore nothing. This allowed her curly black hair to be free, and her dark,. You speak to us, you're polite to us but you never see us as women. We don't exist to you. It's like you're dead inside. I don't think there's a single unmarried woman on this base that you know is alive. You flirt outrageously with all the married women because they're safe, they're spoken for. But to all of us single females you're polite, you're courteous and you ignore us. Us as people. Us as individuals who could share things with you. You're frustrating as hell!" You're wrong. There's.