It was just a shirt saying Tits the season. She looked at me and said "What am I so post to do with this?" I said "send me a hot picture of you wearin...g it and I promise not to try anything while we stay at your house on Christmas." Little did she know i had my fingers crossed while saying that! She rolled her eyes and said "Fine but none of your shit. We have had plenty of fun you cant hold this shit over my head forever." Laughing I said "As long as your married and dont want anyone to know. Fuck the alcohol for screwing my senses up. Well I had to blame something for everything that was happening, and I didn’t want it to be me. Catching my gaze, which was more of a strong stare, my interesting stranger turned to meet my eyes and a wide grin lit his face. Instantly he looked familiar. Troubling was the fact that my fogged up brain wasn’t able to put two and two together, so I just stared at him dumbly. Even when he got up and came to stand over me, I still couldn’t take my eyes off. Our faces were so close to each other we could feel each other breathe and her tits... I know you love the feeling of them on your chest when you hug her, right? Well, I felt those nipples of hers poking through her thin t-shirt and brushing my chest whenever she was breathing.The tension was incredible, but given the amount of empty bottles on her bedroom floor, we were both way past the point where we would notice these subtleties. Okay, I can't deny it: it wasn't subtle at all. Who am I. “Not a chance, Anderson. Gebel is an Ensign in the Navy. Period.”She leaned forward. “Now, do you want to bet on which of our boys make it out alive by tomorrow night?”“If Ensign Gebel tries anything, I’ll have him arrested and thrown in the brig,” Anderson responded harshly.“You and what army, George? If you try to protect your murderer-rapist, I’ll take you out myself. You are NOT going to protect your little gang of thugs. If you try, you’ll go down with them. The Confederacy doesn’t need.