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As it ended with me giving way to the storm in my balls, she toppled on to me.

"Mary Ann is learning to fuck, wouldn't you say?"

"I think Mary Ann likes it," I agreed with her.

She wore that skirt all weekend, along with the panties when they were dry, without them when they hung in the bathroom. We only left the room twice, once to see a movie when the panties were drying in the bath room. "You're getting better with the zipper, I hardly heard it today," she whispered in my ear as we waited for the main feature to begin.

We did 'Mary Ann' every way imaginable. 'First time' when the panties were dry and 'second, third and forth time,' when they weren't. I never saw her tits. Mary Ann would not allow it.

When Wednesday morning came and it was time for her to take me back to the base the panties were in the bathroom, drying from the night before. Laura was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. "Can't mix business with pleasure," she said, signaling that our lovemaking had come to an end for this time.

"Give me your address, I'll write," I said as we were driving to the base.

"That's not a good idea," she responded, without elaborating.

"Then give me a phone number where I can call you." She gave me the same answer, becoming quiet.

We kissed goodbye at my barracks. I turned to leave, wanting her out of my sight, not wanting to think about her having to go back to the brothel. But she held my hand until I turned for one last look. "You're my R & R," she said, beaming.

Days drug by. Try as I might, I could not rid my mind of a recurring picture, Laura inspecting strange men's cocks and getting naked for them. Sometimes I heard 'the knock on the door,' in the middle of the night, followed by, 'we're done.'

"Tucker the Fucker."

Recognizing the voice, I turned toward the tool crib to see Davis leering at me, standing behind the half-door entrance where he begrudgingly loaned special tools to mechanics. Davis was not very popular among the clientele he served. Often absent, Davis would make mechanics wait outside the locked tool crib, then give them a lame ass excuse when he could not find the tool they needed.

I smiled at him, feigning amusement at the brilliant knack he had for forming the rhyme. I turned to be on my way.

"Tess sucked my dick real good."

I whirled around to see him, his upper lip curled in a snarl, his dark eyes laughing, his body tense, waiting for me to react.

Furious with his comment and more so with the enjoyment he had taken in delivering it, I shook my head. I was prepared for something like this, knowing it would come eventually. I had planned to laugh it off, to take it in stride, not to let it bother me. I had told myself that it went with the territory. I would be truthful to myself; I was dating a whore. I would shrug it off.

But not from this venal, filthy bastard, filthy body, filthy right down to his soul. I had not anticipated he would be the one. He was still watching me.

"I told her I knew you. Tess is a pretty cool chick, she said she didn't know what I was talking about," he taunted me. I pictured her with this jerk. Nothing would shake Tess when she was at work, she was used to taking abusive comments, for money.

My mind swirled. Torn, 'I would stick to my plan, shrug it off,' I couldn't move, 'go after him, shut him up,' my mind raced, I couldn't move.

"She begged me not to tell you, said she would give me something special."

My hands had him by the collars of his fatigues, pulling him toward the half door with the intent of crushing his chest into the top of the door.

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