"Yes, Miss Kool, I was hoping I could have a raise in my pay. I'm finding it hard to pay my bills," I explained. "Please, call me Bre. We're outside o...f the office so you don't have to address me professionally," she said."Alright, Bre, well do you think it would be possible to give me a raise?" I questioned."Hmm... how about we go for a walk and talk about it. I never really liked this place. The servers are real bitches," she replied as she stood up and waited for me to join."Alright."We made. At first, I figure they are with each other, but hearing their commentary on the women out in the ocean it’s quickly pretty obvious they aren’t.Check out that rack. Fuck, look at that one. That is the right ass for that suit.I look over at Rebecca and grimace, wondering if they realize how loud their talking, but she’s laughing a little as she grins back at me. I roll my eyes behind my shades. One of them glances over and looks at my ballcap.You from there, he asks, pointing at my forehead.Grew. Those business jaunts gave her great pleasure and added a few bucks to the household stash. I counted the days until Inga's next visit. It was difficult, deciding between my normal daily masturbation or saving myself. Hell, there wasn't any promise that I'd get into Inga's panties, pussycat decorations or not. I settled on jerking off every other day, as a compromise, careful to put my erotic source material away.Finally, the day. The doorbell rang twenty minutes early. Was Inga as anxious to. Worst of all were the covering parties - wherein large bodies of men marched down every night to the entrenchments and remained there 24 hours; ostensibly to prevent the Russians from entering the batteries and spiking the guns. It was unbearably cold, constantly raining or snowing. Our clothing was so insufficient the men were half dead with cold. Nothing like a fire could be lit, as it would immediately bring the fire of the Russian batteries. Added to this was the thick, sticky mud in the.