" Thanks, Steve. I'll get Cindy over here to give you the unit Val is in."I went to find Cindy and brought her to the table where Steve sat. Tiny look...ed at me, holding his glass and looking at Cindy. I nodded and he instantly produced a tall glass with a stalk of celery. Cindy smiled at the glass and took a long drink. When Steve asked for the unit, she rattled it off, with all its designations and who the various officers in charge over Val were.Steve used his cell phone in front of us. "Good. "Part time sales-slut wanted."The paper had been there for a long time because I noticed a date that the computer must have added when the paper printed. The date was over a year earlier. Obviously there weren't too many women prepared to be a "sales-slut."I thought immediately of how my wife had been talking of taking a part time job.I glanced towards the small sales counter where a rough looking guy looked bored as he thumbed through a magazine.Going to the counter I asked if he still. Pride was always one of her favorite days of the year, and for her group of friends, it was no different. She tapped out a message to tell them she would be at the bottom corner of the park as agreed and went back to the bedroom to get dressed.Underwear had never really been of interest to Sophie, it was practical and nothing else. She slipped on her plain but very comfortable black cotton knickers and matching bra and pulled on her jeans. Looking in the mirror, she ran a brush through her long. She's kissing me, she's actually kissing me. I touch her tongue softly with mine, before exploring her mouth carefully, and she moans, and I feel it vibrate into my mouth. I pull back, my breath hitching. She's looking at me curiously, and her lips are swollen and lush. From me.I laugh breathlessly. "You... you moaned."A little smile steals onto her face. "I had to."She takes my hand loosely in both of hers, playing with it absentmindedly. And I don't want to question it. I don't want to.