His nose breathed in my musky scent asgentle lips nuzzled my neck. What just happened?I'd done the deed, with a man I'd barely met, and on a less than... subtlelevel I wanted to do it again. Did this make me a slut? It was an oddfeeling, this sense of indignity over what had been a wonderful thing, ofwhich I'd played no small part in after all."Hey there," his pleased voice whispered in my ear, more than ready foranother round of 'Hide The Salami. ' to which my body was reflexivelywilling. I was. I got them for this course to make a statement and a challenge to the other ROTC students.”The women open the bundles handed to them, and they all smile when they see the t-shirts are the same as the ones they’ve been issued with by the Army. However, they also have their name plus two messages in black text: the front reads ‘I can do anything,’ while the back reads ‘I am woman, hear me roar.’ Yes, these will send a message to those who don’t want women in the military forces.The Real. The water running, girl removed what little make-up her alter ego wore before studying herself in the floor length mirror, any delay and the hot water would steamed it up. Girl examined her reflection inch by inch, yet not for a second was she aware of herself. All that girl cared about was obeying the requirements. Her body, her posture, her attitude, her entire being had but one purpose, one focus, to obey utterly every rule.Satisfied that her body met every requirement, girl stepped into the. " You didn't see the look on her face when she was watching you as you worked on the boat. She's seriously interested in you. You just have to figure out how to handle her on the job. Don't you agree, Don?"Gus's father held up his hands in surrender. "I'm out of this discussion. I'm just an innocent bystander. I bow to your mother's superior awareness," he said in mock seriousness."Thanks a lot," Gus grumbled.Gus pushed himself out of bed Sunday morning. He'd spent several minutes going over.