In her uniform. XXX There he had bent her over the sink—again without saying a word—then lifted the back of the extra-large t-shirt she wore as a nightgown and given her a hard slap on her naked behind for every dish she had left there. All through the days preceding his departure he had joked about building body-armor out of pots and pans to bring along, and about earning “combat pay”, though he knew very well he’d be nowhere near the fighting. She had remained on all fours for a few seconds more, quivering with lust—more aroused than she had been in her entire life. She had stayed after class one day to get a fuller explanation of a particularly knotty theory. Hell with it.




















