He stood up, found his boxers in the low lit room, pulling them up.“You can if you want. We aren’t husband and wife – at least not legally,” H...enry laughed. “We’ve talked about this before.”Henry put on a t-shirt, thinking about what midnight snack might be left in the refrigerator.“I know but – ““We love each other unconditionally. You wouldn’t be cheating on me or making me no longer love you. Besides.”“Besides what?” Denise’s eyes narrowed.“I told you how sweet Stephanie is. I wouldn’t mind. I'll be there to assist. Just to assist. I don't want the Training Sergeant pissed at me, so please don't say anything about my training you. And besides, I'm barely ahead of you on the combat helmet's functions. It takes a while to learn – trust me on that." But..." Jeff injected, "under combat conditions, the mental aspects, though hard to learn, save time and free up your hands when time might very well save your life or that of others. And about the training. When you're in the Training. "Come into theliving room while I think about this." I followed behind him. His livingroom was very manly. Leather sofas, a bookcase full of books, an unlitfireplace. Except for the huge big screen television and the newspapers allover the coffee table and couch it looked very classy. He motioned for meto sit on the couch. I removed my coat and sat smoothing my skirt nervously.He made us both a glass of whisky and water. He handed the glass to me as hesat on the couch next to me. He said.". She sat down on a lounge chair not far from us, put on some sunscreen and laid back. Her legs were pointed toward us and were somewhat spread. Seeing her laying like that let my imagination run wild and I quickly had a good hard-on.My new acquaintance was also looking in that direction but turned to me and said, “You really like that, don’t you?” I just smiled. He then said, “I can tell by your hard-on”. At that, I was embarrassed and quickly looked away, not that that would really help, LOL..