I had been a little nervous about whatever activity CJ had planned. But I trusted him completely."Heather, this is Beard," CJ introduced."Hey, Heather...!" Beard beamed, offering me a hug. "Really great to meet you!" He's a hugger. I should have warned you," CJ laughed.Beard was several inches shorter than CJ but still quite a bit taller than me. Very stocky, but not fat. Both of them had on tactical shorts and boots, with dry-fit shirts. The other vehicle on the parking pad, a black Hummer, must. Going there was quite a feeling. It felt I was entering a different world. Looking and hearing boys and girls talk and laugh and dress made me feel weird. Times had changed. I was not too old 32 and after my daughters birth had managed to come back in shape. Though I didn’t exactly have a hourglass figure but I was 5 ft 4 with a figure that could still turn a few heads. Catching a young guy look had me made my heart skip a beat. Sex had been long confined to the dustbin as my husband did not. The fact that her voice went up three octaves nearly caused my glasses fall from my face. Then the other male involved spoke up: ‘Sir! I may have gotten a bit overzealous in my actions, but I assure you that the touch I gave her wasn’t meant to disturb her,’ said Warrant Officer McIntyre. Again, O’Hara ardently protested his assertion: ‘You groped my breasts! I think that was a ‘bit excessive’ if you ask me,’ she said, staring at both men as if she wanted to castrate them with a dull knife. I. It had to be homemade. A deep rose color. A little bubbly. And tasty. Lynn smacked her lips after each sip. And potent. The first sip had made her giggle. The alcohol had shot directly to her brain. And now she'd been sitting here for what seemed like hours, sipping and giggling and sipping more. The boys had left her a half gallon of the stuff in a glass jug, and she'd sipped down more than a quart. The wine made her terribly thirsty, and she sipped water along with the wine. She'd drunk.