I thought she had woken up, and I froze in my position, pretending to be sound asleep. It turned out to be nothing, so after catching my breath for a ...moment, I continued to massage her breast before moving to the other one.I gave it the same treatment: the massaging, the rubbing, pinching her nipple lightly, squeezing it gently in my hand. I began to feel more confident that she was sound asleep and would never suspect anything. As I felt her nipples hardening through the pajama top, I knew. "He just gave me a big grin as he went out the door. I was getting our stuff ready to go when I noticed a sea bag with Sandra's name on it at the end of the bunk. It was full of the fatigues and had an extra set of the jungle boots in it. I had to smile, thinking she would love this. She came back out of the bathroom with a smile on her face and came over to me. I handed her the sea bag and she looked at me in surprise. She set it down and started going through all the stuff the team had given. I cleaned up my neighborhood. I’ve kept everyone out who wants to deal drugs.”“I’ve never heard of anyone doing any shit like that. What neighborhood are you from?”“I’m from New York.”“This is St. Louis, not New York. So get your ass out of here and go back to New York where you belong. Don’t ever tell anyone the name on that piece of paper. I will kill you.”“She needs your help.”“If anyone needed my help, I would know.”“Oh, you know. You just don’t want to admit it.”“If you don’t start talking. Thankfully, it was a common occurrence. Lance had cum to fantasies of her more times than he could count.Whatever she had come out to his place for was less important than her cellphone, and she was hunched over it busily scrolling through some social media or another. Thank god for the bad posture that left her leaning slightly over her phone, her deep cleavage staring back at him. He watched a drop of sweat roll down from her neck and come to rest on top of her boob. How much would he give to.