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."You real want to go athousand miles to sit around an officer's club it of drunks in dressuniforms?""Yes," she said."What did you say?""I want to go," Sharon repeated."I want to walk into officer's club with you,in uniform.I want to wear my WPoint ring, and I want you to wear your West Point ring, anI want you to wear your uniform with all your ribbons and al your medals.I'mjust a little sick of pretending the man married to is an economic analyst forthe god damned CIA."She's really drunk, Sanford Felter realized.Sharon rare swore.The confirmation of that analysis came when he rolled over and put his armsaround her and found that she was naked."Surprise, surprise," she said."Not that I mind, of course, but what brought this on?'Felter asked."I got very horny, Sandy," Sharon said, solemnly, "wheiColonel Whatsisname was here.""Let me have that again?" he asked, amused.Her had moved to his groin."Womenare turned on by strong powerful men," Sharon said.She giggled as he startedto grov erect."Wheee!" she said.He put his hand to her breast.It was firm and the nip erect."You were the strongest man in the room," she"Stronger, Sandy, than that colonel.Stronger than Craig."He was, he realized, deeply flattered.Even if she was drunkIn vino veritas, he thought."But I never get a chance to show you off," she said.want to show you off,Sandy.I never get a chance to be officer's lady.That's important to a woman.You're a man ai you don't understand that.""If you really want to go to Rucker, we'll go to Rucker," said.He was aPage 231 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllittle ashamed of himself.Going to Rucker a preposterous idea.What he wantedto do was screw.A prick, he told himself, has no conscience.Sharon was a good solid woman.This was the third time2 they had been married that he knew for sure she was ok.She had gotten drunkafter they buried Craig's wife, she had gotten drunk when her father died.When he thought that, there was something unnerving about her beingnow.Was her nerves' that serious a problem? put that thought from his mind.There was something4 about her being drunk now and wanting him to screw lie liked it.In themorning, she would be a little embarassed about taking too much to drink,about what she was now.She would realize then that going to Rucker wasabsurd.ane twisted away from him."What are you doing?" Sandy asked.The bedside lamp came on.I want to see," Sharon said."I want to watch!""You little vixen, you!" he said, and knelt between her legs.could feel hisexcitement in his chest.He thought that it be four days before the kids cameback from Newark.iught he would bring a bottle home some afternoon.me,Sandy!" Sharon hissed in his ear."Fuck me:did.Sanford Felter went downstairs in the morning, Sharon aking Craig eatscrambled eggs, despite his protests that wanted was a cup of coffee.sheavoided her husband's eyes when he sat down at the table.She scrambled somemore eggs and put them before him, toast and grape jelly and grapefruit juice.Then she sat at the table, and stirred her coffee.Craig," she said, "if Sandy can get off, will you take us to Fort Rucker forNew Year's Eve? Antoinette asked us." well, surprised, Craig hesitated beforereplying.Sandy knew he tig didn't want to spend New Year's Eve at the Ruckerofficer's open mess any more than he did."Madame," Lowell said, "Lowell Airlines is at your beck and call."Sharon looked at Sandy, met his eyes."The kids can stay with Mama Felter," Sharon said.AlabamaNovember 1958QUESTION: What is a WOC?ANSWER: Sir, a WOC is something one fwows at a wabbit.It had been rumored among both the staff of Warrant Officer kdidate Battalion,the U.S.Army Aviation School, and amongPage 232 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlWOCs themselves that an amnesty would be granted by commanding general to markthe Thanksgiving holiday.General Paul T.Jiggs, the post commander, who had otherwise earned areputation as a starchy bastard, seemed to derive some kind of a perversepleasure in freeing WOCs from restrictions imposed by the WOC staff onwhatever slim excuse he could find.Thanksgiving, to both the restricted andthe restrictors, seemed to be just the sort of excuse the general would bepleased to have available.Of the 254 WOCs in Companies A through D, thirty-twoWOCs were under restriction of varying degree [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."You real want to go athousand miles to sit around an officer's club it of drunks in dressuniforms?""Yes," she said."What did you say?""I want to go," Sharon repeated."I want to walk into officer's club with you,in uniform.I want to wear my WPoint ring, and I want you to wear your West Point ring, anI want you to wear your uniform with all your ribbons and al your medals.I'mjust a little sick of pretending the man married to is an economic analyst forthe god damned CIA."She's really drunk, Sanford Felter realized.Sharon rare swore.The confirmation of that analysis came when he rolled over and put his armsaround her and found that she was naked."Surprise, surprise," she said."Not that I mind, of course, but what brought this on?'Felter asked."I got very horny, Sandy," Sharon said, solemnly, "wheiColonel Whatsisname was here.""Let me have that again?" he asked, amused.Her had moved to his groin."Womenare turned on by strong powerful men," Sharon said.She giggled as he startedto grov erect."Wheee!" she said.He put his hand to her breast.It was firm and the nip erect."You were the strongest man in the room," she"Stronger, Sandy, than that colonel.Stronger than Craig."He was, he realized, deeply flattered.Even if she was drunkIn vino veritas, he thought."But I never get a chance to show you off," she said.want to show you off,Sandy.I never get a chance to be officer's lady.That's important to a woman.You're a man ai you don't understand that.""If you really want to go to Rucker, we'll go to Rucker," said.He was aPage 231 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllittle ashamed of himself.Going to Rucker a preposterous idea.What he wantedto do was screw.A prick, he told himself, has no conscience.Sharon was a good solid woman.This was the third time2 they had been married that he knew for sure she was ok.She had gotten drunkafter they buried Craig's wife, she had gotten drunk when her father died.When he thought that, there was something unnerving about her beingnow.Was her nerves' that serious a problem? put that thought from his mind.There was something4 about her being drunk now and wanting him to screw lie liked it.In themorning, she would be a little embarassed about taking too much to drink,about what she was now.She would realize then that going to Rucker wasabsurd.ane twisted away from him."What are you doing?" Sandy asked.The bedside lamp came on.I want to see," Sharon said."I want to watch!""You little vixen, you!" he said, and knelt between her legs.could feel hisexcitement in his chest.He thought that it be four days before the kids cameback from Newark.iught he would bring a bottle home some afternoon.me,Sandy!" Sharon hissed in his ear."Fuck me:did.Sanford Felter went downstairs in the morning, Sharon aking Craig eatscrambled eggs, despite his protests that wanted was a cup of coffee.sheavoided her husband's eyes when he sat down at the table.She scrambled somemore eggs and put them before him, toast and grape jelly and grapefruit juice.Then she sat at the table, and stirred her coffee.Craig," she said, "if Sandy can get off, will you take us to Fort Rucker forNew Year's Eve? Antoinette asked us." well, surprised, Craig hesitated beforereplying.Sandy knew he tig didn't want to spend New Year's Eve at the Ruckerofficer's open mess any more than he did."Madame," Lowell said, "Lowell Airlines is at your beck and call."Sharon looked at Sandy, met his eyes."The kids can stay with Mama Felter," Sharon said.AlabamaNovember 1958QUESTION: What is a WOC?ANSWER: Sir, a WOC is something one fwows at a wabbit.It had been rumored among both the staff of Warrant Officer kdidate Battalion,the U.S.Army Aviation School, and amongPage 232 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlWOCs themselves that an amnesty would be granted by commanding general to markthe Thanksgiving holiday.General Paul T.Jiggs, the post commander, who had otherwise earned areputation as a starchy bastard, seemed to derive some kind of a perversepleasure in freeing WOCs from restrictions imposed by the WOC staff onwhatever slim excuse he could find.Thanksgiving, to both the restricted andthe restrictors, seemed to be just the sort of excuse the general would bepleased to have available.Of the 254 WOCs in Companies A through D, thirty-twoWOCs were under restriction of varying degree [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]