Proper food was ordered for him and Becca fed him slowly to avoid choking him.After he had eaten what little he could, he started moving his hand side...ways rapidly. He seemed very agitated. She tried to calm him down, but he continued to move his hand and tried to push her hand away."I don't know what you want, Carl. Do you want me to leave?He raised his hand and she was hurt that he didn't want her help. He put his hand over her and patted her hand and then pushed her hand away. Then it dawned. " Thank you, sir ... it's a gift. My dad is a lawyer." Are you in Political Science?" he asked."No, sir. Engineering." No? You're missing your calling. Would I be out of line asking what you're doing with your time off?" No, Sir. We're going back to Key West to practice Gunnery and Evasion Tactics with the Marines and then we're flying four more B25's back to Lansing for the Guard." Who do you know in the Marines?" Oh, no, Sir. Kennedy requested it." What is going on down there?" I can't say.". "Know what they're doing?" she asked me in a whisper."Yeah," I said."This," she said, as though I had said no instead of yeah. I did not expect it, but all at once this... feeling... came over me, this totality of separate feelings that washed over me as one. I was in. I know there had been a press of flesh against prickly flesh, a momentary resistance, a giveway, an entry, and a slide into damp, enveloping warmth, but it had happened so smoothly, each step progressing so seamlessly to the next. Your hands return to my hips and squeeze me as you give my left nipple a little lick, then a kiss, mirroring the same on the other side. Next, you kiss me slowly, making your way down the center of my stomach, smiling in between kisses, feeling my abs slightly tense up as I giggle and wiggle on your big, comfy bed. You pass my bellybutton, loop your fingers under each side of my lacy, red g-string, and the grab top in between your teeth. Our eyes meet and I can’t help but smile and tilt my head.