He was stationed there for five or six months and it was his choice to apply for transfer.”“You heard his fellow officers and one of his men, Edga...r. Were they talking about a man who doubted his abilities, that felt he was a failure?”“No they didn’t, Mary.”“He was looking to a future in fast single-seater fighters with more challenges to stretch his flying abilities. As for that squadron base, well a city man stranded in cattle country with five people in it and fifty miles from the nearest. Being a Saturday and off at school, I slept. The maid servant, Rita woke me up after an hour. Rita was about twenty five years old now. She saw the damp stickiness and gave me a curious naughty smile. I was scared that she might report the damp spots. But nothing happened.When it was time for my bath, Rita as usual bathed me. Before pouring water on me, she held my penis and pulled the fore-skin back and gently gripped my slimy slick cockhead with her thumb and forefinger and rubbed it up and. "So, are you saying you hadn't intended to takethe wig, but were accused of stealing it anyway?"I was really tempted to say yes, but somehow I couldn't get out thehalf-truth when I looked in her eyes. "At first, I was planning on justskipping the whole thing and put up with whatever names my friendsdecided to call me, but when I put this on, I felt like I just had tohave it. I knew there was no way I'd be able to convince my mother tobuy it for me, and I'd been trying to think of how I'd be. It’s such an easy target for me because Mom just can’t understand it as a real issue.”“And you can?” Adrian raised a confused eyebrow.“Oh yeah, I’ve kicked every one of my boyfriend’s in the balls at least once.”“Before or after you broke up?” Adrian asked.“Mostly after, sometimes it was the cause of the breakup. Men are so easy to control if you aren’t afraid to hit them where it hurts.”“Where does it hurt on a girl?” Adrian posed a question.“Well, women are weaker than men in general, so.