So close, so close... "Paula?" Her mother's voice echoed down the corridor. "Paula, is that you? It's time to go, honey. The limo's here to take you t...o the airport hotel."Just another minute, she thought. Just forty-five seconds. Just... "Come on, Paula? Are you coming?"Not now I'm not, she thought, pulling her hand out and walking back.Just to be safe, Steve waited until Paula had gotten into the limo's back seat, then jumped into the front."To make sure the driver knows the way," he said. To. Quite the best female trainee I've ever had. And you've a great body too! Pity your mate Samantha wasn't here, though! She could have benefited from going through all that with you." She'll be back soon, Sergeant. You bastards can have her all to yourselves instead of me! Don't treat her gently, will you!" You know me better than that Gloria!"And the hard tough Sergeant kissed her!On the way back Gloria compared the Sergeant to Allen. Both great guys, she decided. She knew the Sergeant was. Her fingers occasionally stray under, slightly within its border. She states that in order to do the backs of his legs with the same warm oil, having the silk in the way will never do. She asks him what he thinks they should do about it, then softly laughs a naughty sultry giggle. He slides off the bed, saying nothing, then lowers and removes his pants. Under them, he wears sports briefs, also and coincidentally made from bamboo. For texture and sheer tactile pleasure, they can't be beat, which. “You’re going to.”“Nope,” I said again more flatly. “You’re going to teach me.”“Teach you?”“Teach me,” I smiled and nodded to her.She bounced the ball to me. “Take a shot.”I dribbled the well-worn ball experimentally. It was well-inflated, but what could have been hundreds of thousands of dribbles from this athletic girl who had worn the surface rather smooth and slick. I rolled my neck around to loosened up and then took two more dribbles before I hoisted up a shot that klanged off the front.