She had been punished for sneaking out to watch the dirty movies and vowed never to do it again. She had fought Satan and won!It was Sunday, the day s...he felt closest to her husband. Standing with the choir, she watched him at the pulpit, bellowing out his sermon. He seemed so powerful. Marge's eyes perused the congregation to observe the faces being inspired by her husband. But the warm smile on her face changed to a frown when she spotted Jack. And then she averted her eyes when he winked at. My company commander sent me out to track him down, and bring him back before he was away too long. After 21 days he would be classed as a deserter, and the local police and the British Army Military Police would then get involved, far better that the battalion dealt with it and not involve anyone else. I asked the lad's mates what they knew about the girl he was involved with. Not much was the reply.Jazzer Cartwright hadn't been in the platoon long enough for his fellow squaddies to get to. I watched as they questioned her to see how coherent she was,"What's your name?" Renee." How old are you?" Twelve."I continued to watch on helplessly as she recounted the events leading up to the crash with very little emotion.She gripped the cover the paramedics placed over her hard as each question kept driving in the fact that her father had died in front of her. I couldn't help but, to place my hand on her shoulder as she began to weep again."Sir, Can I have you step over here?" The. Once outside in the relatively fresh air of a muggy late August night we hugged and kissed. She led me to a stretch limo where we had plenty of room for her unwrapping. I did the honors. She unzipped me. We drove slowly through Manhattan sucking genitals, cumming, reviving and fucking. She rocked in my lap, dancing the way I preferred. We locked eyes between loving lip locks. Leaning towards the seat, she lay on her back--her leg draped over my shoulder instead of pressing into the seat back--.