He asked why. They answered; “We don’t know for sure. The last commander told us to do it, so here we are. It seems to be a tradition of some sort....”The new commander called the old one to ask what the reason was, and the previous commander said; “I don’t know. The commander before me had guards on the bench, so I just kept it going.”After contacting three previous commanders as well, and still getting the same answer, the new commander finally found a retired General (nearly 100 years old) and. This time she was on the bottom and I wanted to pound-her-hard. Just before we resumed she went into the nightstand and handed me another condom. I was too sweaty to open it with my hands so I tore it open with my teeth as she had done. Yuck, it tasted awful. When I re-entered, I felt like every man on the planet who has ever had to wear a condom, I appreciated the protection but hated that sort of "numb" feeling. I was again becoming aware of my performance and didn't want “Mr softy” to. Herolder sister who lived in Florida had been in a car accident and wasexpected to recover but she was in serious condition and would be in thehospital for awhile and so Mother wanted to fly down and spend a littletime with her. Mother was kind of nervous about leaving me on my own,even though I kept telling her that it was no big deal, but she solvedthe problem by calling up Mr. and Mrs. Vick, Jeff's parents, andexplaining the situation and asking, whether it would be okay if I stayedwith them. I must admit we looked terrible together. Here I was a tall skinny rail and Mary wasn't even five foot two and way overweight. We were like the two people at the party that other people didn't care to hang with. Mary had come with a girlfriend from work. As soon as they had arrived at the party, her friend was out on the floor dancing.Mary and I danced one dance together but we looked ridiculous and knew it. We sat back down and laughed about it. We talked and Mary said she was always fat and I.