"We have trouble in room three, we need you."Lee Jamieson hopped straight out of bed. Just throwing on a bathrobe to keep warm, the sergeant joined he...r friend in walking over to barracks room D3. All the lights in room D3 were on, and approximately twenty soldiers were gathered in the room. Each and every single woman in the room, Lee and Michael included, were exact doubles of one another. Lee went straight to one seated in a chair at the table in the middle of the room. Two other soldiers. I want to see her so asked for candle. She said it’s in kitchen and she afraid to go in dark so I accompanied her. To my luck there was a rat running around and she hugged me tightly. I felt her boobs and I kept my hands on her tight ass. She wasn’t wearing any bra inside, I can sense that. I was full hard and I don’t want to poke her in this dark… I just calmed her and took the candle. She was too afraid and still holding my hand. We are alone and her closeness makes me horny but I don’t want. Standing nude in the warm sunlight, the air as still as a mantis in anticipation, I experience an epiphany so grand that it does bring me to my knees and, with tears welling in my eyes, I sit and then lie with my bare back in the grass, looking up at the clearing sky. I know that I must bring her here, that this is the one perfect place for her, the only real place where I can hold her close the way she should be held – the only place she could be held without caging her spirit, too. This. ‘So who was that girl?’ She asked me. ‘Tamara? Just a friend, she was helping me with my final.’ ‘I will just bet! You have lousy taste.’ She laughed at that, told me that’s what I get for spreading it around too much, she was peeling off her clothes at the time. I realized I didn’t want to. I was limp as a noodle, she gave me an odd look and went to work. After a solid 20 minutes with no success, she gave up. ‘What’s up with you?’ She asked, standing there naked, her hands on her hips. Jen was.