You’re firm but reasonable. You set limits, like with that cropped top she likes to wear. It’s something I need to learn to do if I’m going to b...e in her life.”She reached for his hand. “You’re a real decent guy, Glenn. You are good for her.”Glenn parked in the lot of a sprawling two-story structure. Holding hands he and Sierra headed inside. She consulted a sheet of paper. “Mrs Lipke is her home room teacher,” she remarked. “First floor — near the office.”They located the room and stepped. She coached him through stretching in formation, and through the various calisthenics."What did you last score on the PFT?" Lenore was genuinely curious."Uh, I passed," Shiplett offered."Where have you been doing PT?" With the Battalion. I don't think I've seen you there?" He sounded curious."You don't think I'm in bad shape, do you?" Lenore laughed."Noooo..." he said. Then, "The Gunny!" Riiiight," she said, gently mocking him. "Come on, let's go eat."Five minutes before the morning briefing,. "But she caught the fact that I hadn't promised not to play any games in school." So you've promised..." began Kirsty.I grinned, "No," I said. "We got talking about the 'what's, why's and wherefore's, ' of the dares with me tap-dancing around the answers and she seemed to forget to extract a promise from me." You don't think we're going to carry on, do you?" asked Kirsty in surprise."Not in school," I replied pulling her in for a hug. "But I'll carry on playing the game if you want me to?"We. We are Women. You’re going to learn that the hard way.??Now put your legs up in the air and grab your teensy tiny little penis while you ask us to jack off again, with total sincerity,? she said, unable to hold back a giggle. ?While you’re at it why don’t you stick your finger up your asshole, loser. Show us what a depraved fucking pervert you are. That’s it. Just like that. Disgusting. Now ask us nicely.??Please Miss Rebecca. Please may I be allowed to jerk, uh diddle my tiny little.