That one is MUCH easier to ignore. And I will, so long as it isn’t blatant. I’m still pissed that Congress forced the states to raise the drinking... age.”“SO dumb!” Emily groused. “You had to register for the Draft when you turned eighteen, right?”“Yes, and prove to the school I had so I could qualify for grants and loans.”“So you can get drafted into the army, get sent to some jungle or desert, and get killed, but you can’t have a fucking beer? How dumb is THAT?”“I agree. Basically, if you can. They would discuss the differences, making notes and asking questions. They would bring up any unanswered questions or concerns later in the afternoon, when they met with the civilian engineers.But what they really wanted was to see, was the British A10 in the flesh; first it was arriving on Tuesday, then on Wednesday.Finally it arrived on Thursday. It didn’t look all that different from the aircraft they had flown in Arizona, at first sight. But when you got closer you could see the subtle. I hoped that was what she had in mind because there were too many things that nurse Ginny and I had done in violation of the rules that I knew they could have fired us ten times over.She was sitting on the edge of her huge wooden desk when I came into her office and she pointed me to the low stool directly in front of her. I sat down and looked up at her and saw her push her sexy glasses back on her tiny upturned nose and she put one foot on bench right next to me. Too late, I saw the trap of. I knew that my cock was going to be too hard to let me relax and I did not feel like masturbating myself to sleep, so I decided to go for a drink at a swinger's club.It was pretty quiet, because it was a Monday evening, and I thought the evening was going nowhere. I had a beer and was thinking about having another when a handsome young couple came in. In their late twenties I guess, and she was slim, lovely pert boobies, and a short blond haircut. In this club, called Frivoli, most people are.