Don't Ask, Don't Tell

by M.T. Pope, Tina Brooks McKinney, Brenda Hampton, Terry E. Hill

Genres: African American; African American Urban

Synopsis

Private Kyle Sullivan is a happily married man who thinks he's left his homosexual experiences in his past. What he didn't count on was the high-ranking officer who forces a sexual relationship with him. After breaking off a relationship with her abusive girlfriend, Lauren Burns has finally made her dreams come true by becoming a member of the U.S. Army. Anji Foster is looking at her entrance into the military as a way out of her small town and a place to meet lots of men. What will happen when these two very different women cross paths? Sky Love is engaged to be married to a handsome and wealthy man, but she's not ready to let go of her woman on the side. Lela is willing to keep their secret because if it gets out, she's not sure how her fellow soldiers will react. When Four Star General Orpheus Beauregard Roulette III finally acts upon the homosexual urges he's been suppressing for years, he gets more than he bargained for. Now he finds himself caught between the crosshairs of his scorned wife and the young man who's blackmailing him. The Don't Ask, Don't Tell law may have been repealed, but what if there are some members of the U.S. armed forces who still have reasons to keep their sexuality a secret? Urban Books authors M.T. Pope, Tina Brooks McKinney, Brenda Hampton, and Terry E. Hill explore this subject with their own trademark dramatic style.

Release date: April 24, 2012

Publisher: Urban Renaissance

Print pages: 481

Sample

“Drop down and give me twenty!” I looked at him in his eyes, face to face, as stern as I possibly could. The front of his uniform was adorned with all types of medals and badges. He was not to be fucked with and I knew this. He was a thoroughly built muthafucka and I didn’t want him angry at me for not obeying a direct order.

“Yes, sir!” I saluted him and did as I was told. I got down on my knees in front of him and slowly unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled out his flaccid dick. He was in charge of our sexual sessions and he decided when he wanted to fuck me or just for me to blow him.

I took him in my mouth the first time. “One.” I sucked half of his five-inch flaccid dick and then looked at him with pleasure in my eyes.

“Two.” I sucked again; this time I took him all in my mouth.

“That’s right, soldier.” His hand palmed the back of my head like most men did when they were getting head. “Aaahhhhhh ... Yeahhhhh ... I need another honorable discharge today.” I looked at him before I took on his now fully erect nine-inch dick.

“Yes, sir!” I immediately took him in my mouth again, with a plan to give him the discharge of his life today. I didn’t want to, but I did as I was told, and in this army and under his leadership you did what you were told with no questions asked.

You see, the man I was going down on was my wife’s father. Yes, that’s right; my father-in-law and I were getting it on. My problem was that I had had a past with men and my wife was one to look past my past. She did make it known to her parents, though, and both her parents were outwardly skeptical about it. After we got married and had kids the entire ruckus about my past dissipated, and we were one big happy family. That was, until one evening with her father on a fishing trip, when he turned me into his sex slave.

Sergeant Harris, my wife’s father, used my past against me. I couldn’t tell my wife or anybody in her family. Who would believe that this sergeant in the army was using me for sex? Mind you, I was stationed on the same base with him. He would call in sexual favors all the time and anytime. Nobody knew the type of freak this bastard was. Here I was a twenty-five-year-old sex slave to my wife’s forty-five-year-old father. We were in his office and here I was giving him oral pleasure like my life depended on it. He held my family, career, and future in his hand.

“Oh, yeah! Do that shit to daddy,” he moaned. The “daddy” resonated in my hearing as he palmed the back of my head and pushed me down harder. He was my wife’s daddy and he shouldn’t have been mine. I gagged on regret and his dick because the truth and his dick were a little too hard to swallow at the same time. But I managed.

“Look at me while you suck on my little soldier.” I did, and the smirk on his face was filled with satisfaction. “Umm hmm ... You like this dick, don’t you? You sorry piece of shit.” His verbal abuse was nothing compared to the same shit I told myself after every encounter we had had thus far. You low-life bastard! Yeah, that was what I said to myself most of the time and maybe a little more depending on my guilt level. They say no one can treat you worse than yourself, and they never lied about it.

“Yes, daddy,” I said in between slurps. “I love this dick.”

“I bet you do, you slut. Now finish what you do so well.” He thrust in my mouth, once again hitting the back of my throat. I gagged again and spit dripped from the sides of my mouth.

“Yes, you’re a good little cum sucker, aren’t you?” He was sounding so fucking sexy and I wanted to hold back on my skills, but I just couldn’t. I hated it and loved it all at the same time. I had to be all that I could be in every situation including this, as wrong as it was.

“Get the fuck up!” he commanded me. Again, we were all alone in his office. No one could hear him disrespect me. I did as I was told and stood up. My little soldier was at attention as well, because while I was sucking him off I had managed to pull my dick out of my zipper and pull at it. He wasn’t the only one who was going to get a nut out of this.

“You should be fucking ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of your father-in-law like this.” He was a sarcastic muthafucka. He grabbed my dick in his hand and let it throb in his hand. I stood there and looked at the wall and focused my attention on his awards. I wanted to be a decorated officer like he was one day. I just didn’t think it would take this. He had made me some promises about looking out for me when it came to my army career and I hoped he would keep his promise. “I don’t know how my daughter would marry a wimp like you.” He was still massaging my dick and playing with the pre-cum on the tip of my dick.

“Okay, soldier, bend over that desk and spread that ass. It’s time for corporal punishment.” I pulled my pants down and bent over the desk like he instructed. I had to admit I shamefully wanted to feel his warm dick in me. I looked back and watched him strap on a condom, and then he spit on his dick and slid in me easy like Sunday morning. He started to grind in me with his hand pushing down on my back. I gripped the edge of his desk as he worked up a pace. I laid my head down on the desk and took it like a man. It was one for the team as they say. And I was staring at my team right now. The picture of my wife and our two sons stared me in the face as I was being passionately fucked.

“Ummmm ... ummmm,” I moaned as I bit down on my bottom lip because my father-in-law now had one leg up on the desk, pushing his entire dick in me.

“Take it, take it, take it,” he grunted and thrust into me. “Damn, you got some good ass,” he whispered in my ear, as he was now leaning over me giving me a slow, long, deep stroke.

Minutes later, he collapsed on me as he came.

“All right, get up and get dressed, soldier; it’s time to get out of here and home to my wife. You’re holding me up.” I looked at him in disgust, because he must have forgotten that he was just fucking me and not the other way around. I quickly pulled myself together and waited by the door, because I had a weekend pass and he was my ride home. My car was in the shop.

The whole ride home all I could think about was our pact that my wife and I made when we decided to get married: to never try to play both sides of the fence. She said that it was an automatic divorce.

About an hour later ...

We pulled up to the front of my house and he honked the horn, letting my wife know that he was outside.

The front door to my house opened and my beautiful wife came out with one of my sons in her arms and the other one walking beside her. It was a sight to see my wife and my kids coming to greet me as I came home. Even though it happened every time I got a weekend pass, the feeling never changed. I felt like a complete man.

I got out of the car as my wife, Tasha, approached. Her smile was so radiant. I loved me some her.

“Hey, baby.” I kissed her on the cheek, mainly because I just had her father’s dick in my mouth about an hour or so ago. I had gargled with a travel Scope on the drive home, but I still felt dirty.

“Hey, honey. I’m so glad to see you. I missed you,” she pouted. My heart melted and then I looked at my offspring and quickly scooped them up into my arms.

“Hey, boys.” I beamed with pride as I looked into their eyes. We had a three-year-old and an eight-month-old baby. Kaynon and Farrow: my pride and joys.

“Daddy!” my wife squealed as she ran around the car and into the arms of her father. She was a true army brat and a spoiled brat.

“Hey, baby girl. How’s my sunshine doing?” He picked her up and squeezed her like she was a rag doll. He was a big guy and my wife was a petite little thing. She was about the size of Jada Pinkett-Smith.

“I’m good, Daddy ... Just missing my two favorite men.” She kissed him on his cheek.

“Daddy missed you too.” He smiled and then looked at me. I quickly gave my attention back to my boys like he wasn’t even there anymore. I was home and I was focusing my attention on my sons. I needed to see them more than anything right now. They were my foundation along with my wife.

“All right, you guys. I have to get home to my wife. I am pretty sure she is waiting on me to get home.” He smiled.

The sorry bastard! I felt sorry for his wife, because she was such a nice lady. She didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll see you later.” My wife walked back around the car and onto the curb. We watched him get into the car and pull off down the road.

“You okay, baby?” Tasha asked me because I was in a daze for a few seconds as I watched the car disappear around the corner.

“Yes, baby. I’m home, so I’m great.” I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. The army’s policy of “don’t ask, don’t tell” was spilling over into my household and I couldn’t do a thing about it. “Let’s go into the house. I’m beat.”

“Baby, put your stuff by the door and I will wash it and have it ready for you to go,” I instructed my husband, who was behind me, as he had Farrow in one arm and his duffle bag in the other at the front door. He set his bag down and made his way into our living room. I had Kaynon by the hand as I too walked into the living room. Kyle plopped down on the sofa like he was dead tired. He had a worn-out look on his face and his shoulders slumped. I was pretty sure he had a busy week on the base. I was so glad that I took my mother’s suggestion. I suggested to him four years ago to go into the army instead of working like a slave at a regular job like he was doing.

“Kyle, watch them real quick. I have your food warming up in the oven.” I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

“Hey, Ma.”

“Hey, Tasha.”

“I was just calling to let you know that Daddy just dropped Kyle off and he is on the way home.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll get his dinner heated up and ready to go.” My mom loved to be a housewife. She lived and breathed it. I followed in her footsteps and took all the instructions and lessons she taught me. My mother was my best friend, besides my husband, in the whole world.

“All right, talk to you in the A.M. Muah!” I hung up the phone and pulled my husband’s plate out of the warm oven and walked it into the dining room then placed it on the table.

“Baby, your food is ready.”

“All right, I’ll be in there in a minute.” Just like he said, he was in the dining room not long after with the baby, Farrow, in his arms and our toddler, Kaynon, following him.

“Wow, baby, you really outdid yourself this time. Barbecue ribs, red potatoes, greens, and cornbread. Ummmm, baby, you are too good to me.”

“Nothing is too hard for the man of the house.” My mother always taught me to treat my man like he was the king of the castle, and I did it to the best of my ability.

“Thank you, Tasha.” He handed me the baby and sat down at the table to eat.

“No problem, baby.” I kissed him on the cheek. “I’m going upstairs and run you some bathwater. You want bubbles in it?”

“Sure, baby. Do what you do so well.” He was smiling hard as he picked up a rib off of his plate and sunk his teeth into the meat. “Damn, baby, this meat is so tender.”

I walked away with a smile on my face. I loved my husband, our kids, and my life.

Feeling like the king of the castle only lasted a few more moments of being in my house. I sat at the table and devoured my food with a lot on my mind. I looked around my dining room at all of the things I had accumulated with my wife and felt good about it. Even after I divulged my past to her she still gave a brother a chance. I can’t even explain how happy I was when she said yes when I proposed to her only after a year of dating. My mother always told me that the Bible says, “When a man finds a wife he finds a good thing,” and I wanted to please my mother so bad. But most of all I wanted to be complete. My sexuality wasn’t my choice.

On a night, days after graduating from high school, a few homeboys and I were celebrating in a buddy’s basement with some liquor and marijuana. My mother and father were no-nonsense parents and I was on a tight leash up until I graduated high school. I did nothing without them knowing about it. My mother or father would pick me up and drop me off to school every day without fail and on the weekends I had little interaction with children in my neighborhood. My parents said that most of the kids would end up no good in the end because their parents were so loose with their discipline. I didn’t see it that way. I literally felt suffocated when I was in my house with my parents. They drilled me about diligence, prosperity, and perseverance.

So when they did let me go hang out with one of their friend’s kids I was a little hesitant, because all of their friends were just as strict as they were. When I found out that the guy’s parents had to leave for an emergency and trusted us in the house by ourselves, I was shocked. This was a first for me. No adult supervision. I knew it was because all of us had good grades and manners.

“Hey, yo! They gone?” one of my buddies asked Jerrold, the guy whose house we were in. I felt like there was something different about Jerrold but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. He had some things said about him in school, but I didn’t know if they were true. Mind you, I went to an all-boys school and the things said about him were not flattering, to say the least.

“Yeah, they’re gone. Y’all ready?” He smiled as he came down the stairs to his basement that we sat in. It was a basic basement with some furniture and a big-screen television. They had some nice stuff and you could tell they lived well. There were four of us sitting, looking at each other. When Jerrold put the bag of weed and the liquor on the table, all of our eyes got big as saucers. I knew what it was, but I didn’t know how he got it. All of us went to the same school and had the same classes.

“Fuck! Where’d you get this shit from?” One of the other guys spoke up before I could.

A smile eased across Jerrold’s face before he spoke. “A man never gives up his sources; besides, one of you goody two-shoes might rat my ass out when you get home. I can’t chance that shit.”

“When are your parents coming back? This shit could get us grounded for life.” I spoke up with nervousness in my voice.

“They’re going to be gone for a minute.” He smiled. “My aunt is having twins in the hospital on the other side of the state.” We lived in Virginia so I knew that traffic was horrible and they could be there for hours. I eased up and relaxed my shoulders.

Thirty minutes later, we were all, as they say, “lifted.” I tried to get up but the room spun, so I laid my ass back down on the chair I was laid out on. Everyone else was doing the same thing. There was some music on now, but I couldn’t have told you what it was. I was gone and so were the others. Before long, I had passed out, and awoke to my shorts being pulled off.

“What the fuck is going on, man?” I looked at Jerrold in his eyes. His were red as a stop sign. I could only assume my eyes were red as well. I looked around the room to see that the other two guys were gone and it was just us two left in the room.

“Chill the fuck out, man, and let me do this.” He pushed me back down on the chair with force. He was a thicker guy than I was so it wasn’t hard to handle me.

“Nah, man. I’m not with this shit,” I protested.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up and sit back!” he threatened me with his fist held high. That didn’t deter me though. I was not into the gay shit at all.

“Man, you’re going to have to beat my ass in this muthafucka before I let you do anything to me.” I pushed up off the chair again, and that was when I felt the hardest punch in my life land against my jaw. It sent me back down on the sofa like a brick out a window.

“Ah fuck nah, man.” I felt a bruise on my jaw. I got up and started swinging and holding my own, until he got me with a haymaker that knocked me on my butt for the last time.

I was weak, dazed, and confused, but I still tried to fight back. It was a futile effort, because he flexed his arm like he was going to hit me again and I flinched with the memory of the last punch on my mind. I gave up.

“That’s what the fuck I thought.” He hovered over me for a second before he pulled my shorts all the way down and flipped me over on my stomach and propped my butt in the air. He stuck his face in between my butt and started to lick savagely.

“You like that?” I didn’t answer. I was praying to God for this to be over fast or to have someone interrupt us.

“You hear me, muthafucka?” He swung and connected with the back of my head. “Answer me, bitch.”

“Ahhh uhhhh,” I moaned in pain and shame.

“I bet your soft ass do.” He spoke in between licks. “I’ve been looking at this juicy ass all school year. I wanted to see what it tasted like and now I am. You got you a nice bubble butt.” He smacked it before he dived in again. I couldn’t describe the feeling of what I was going through with too many words, but one came to mind: shame. I knew then that what people said about him was true, but I wondered how many of the guys who were here experienced what I was presently experiencing. I would never know now because I was definitely not asking around.

When it couldn’t get any worse he stuck a finger in my asshole.

“Ahhhh.” I was almost screaming like a girl.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up I will beat your ass again. You’re going learn to like this shit right here.”

My pride wouldn’t let me cry, but I sure enough wanted to. I was still a virgin and I didn’t think my first sexual experience would be this. I wanted to be with a woman. The way some of the guys talked about pussy in school made me thirst for it. I lay in bed thinking about it constantly. Now I was in a basement ass out, literally.

“I’m about to fuck this tight ass right here.” He stuck two fingers in and smacked it again. I bit on to the sofa cushion in anger. I heard some paper rustling behind me and then I felt what I knew was his dick pressed against my asshole. I squirmed as much as I could until he punched me in my side, almost knocking the air out of me.

“That’s right; bite on that muthafuckin’ pillow. I’m about to punish this fresh ass.”

The pain that I felt in that next moment made tears come to my eyes. I had never felt pain like it in my life. It was like having your whole hand slammed in a car door repeatedly.

“Damn, you tight,” he said as he forced all of him in me slowly. The pain was causing me to tremble and shake involuntarily, but he didn’t stop. “You shaking now, but in a few minutes you’ll love it.” I seriously doubted it. I didn’t know how men did this on the regular. It was pure torture.

“Yeah, there we go.” He started pumping me slowly. He was leaned over me with his tongue licking my ear and face. I was silent as I could be. “Damn, this ass is good.” He moaned and then he ground his hips into my butt.

“You like this dick?” I nodded to appease him. Truth was it was still killing me each second. “I bet you do.”

He began to pick up the pace and pump me harder. Minutes went by and he was still fucking me. And yes, eventually the pain went away and then “it” happened. I began to like it, but I didn’t let him know that. He eventually pulled out and he released on my back. I lay there for a few more minutes and then I slowly eased myself up. When I went to sit on my butt I winced in pain.

“It will go away by the time you get home.” He offered me some consolable words that I really didn’t care about at that moment. “Call your parents and let them know you are ready to go.” He walked out of the room like what just happened didn’t happen. I was flabbergasted and baffled. This couldn’t have been the first time he did this.

I called my parents and mustered up a straight voice so that they wouldn’t think that anything was wrong.

Before they came I went into the bathroom and looked at my face. There was a small scrape on my face, and I was glad that nothing else showed up on my dark skin. I also threw back some Listerine for my breath and some Clear Eyes to get rid of my red eyes that I had from the weed. I didn’t need my parents questioning me about anything. And if they did I just would say that we were roughhousing and one of the guy’s class rings grazed my face.

My parents came and picked me up and they asked me how my day was. I faked a bright, cheery smile and told them it was the best time of my life. I knew that I didn’t want to ever go over to Jerrold’s house again and each time my parents suggested it, I declined. That didn’t last long, because one day they had to go out of town for a funeral, which I hated attending, and I had to stay over at Jerrold’s house once again. They didn’t trust me in the house by myself. They went on and on about parties, sex, and all of that stuff. I couldn’t believe that I was an eighteen-year-old still being bossed around by my parents. It was either a funeral or Jerrold’s house. I chose the latter, because I knew that Jerrold’s parents would be home. I knew that he wouldn’t try anything with his parents’ home. I was wrong. The parents were traditional parents too; we had to sleep in his room and not on the living room sofa or floor like I wanted to do, alone. You can’t believe how many times Jerrold violated me those nights in his room. He made me do the same things that he did to me weeks earlier and yes, knowing that it was wrong, I enjoyed them. That whole summer we were butt buddies and even after I went to college I continued to be sexually involved with men.

That was, up until I met Tasha in my sophomore year at Virginia State University. I was interning at a software company and she was too. We both complained about the job and how we were both looking for something else. We hit it off immediately and got serious fast. She was my first girlfriend. From the first day we met we clicked. I told her about my family and she did the same. She was an only child and an army brat. She was the one who suggested that I go into the army instead of pursuing my career in computer technology. Since her father was a sergeant in the army, I talked to him a few times and then I dropped out of college and enlisted in the army. My parents were livid. Mainly my mother, because my father thought it was a good idea. He always thought I was too soft, because I never really played or liked sports. That was six years ago, and now I’m a happily married man with two kids and a wife.

“Honey, your water is getting cold,” I heard my wife yell down the steps at me.

“I’ll be right up.” I cleaned my plate and made my way upstairs to where my family was. I had to find a way to get my father-in-law to back off of me. I just didn’t know how.

“Hey, baby.” I kissed my husband on the cheek as he entered the house. I had waited in a chair by the door for him to arrive, and when I heard his car pull up the driveway I opened the door to let him in. He looked exhausted. I took his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack. He walked into the dining room and sat down at the dining room table.

“How was your day, baby?” I asked as I bent down to take off his shoes and replace them with his slippers.

“Same ol’ same ol’.” He frowned. “Ordered some ingrates around and kept everything in order—like I always do.” My husband had worked hard in his military career. He was a much-decorated officer and everyone took him seriously. He was a force to be reckoned with. On my few trips to the base, everywhere we walked people saluted and gave him his due. I was proud to be his wife and even prouder to take care of his home. He was the man of the house and I made him feel that way every day that he walked through that door. They say good men are hard to find, but I knew that I had one. My husband was a good provider for me and Tasha and he never let us down. He took the army pledge to be all that he could be to his heart for his country and his family.

“A www ... Baby, I’m so glad you are home.” I rubbed his cheek with my hand and slid it under his chin and kissed him on the lips. “Let me go and get your plate of food out of the oven.” I sashayed into the kitchen, pulled his plate out of the oven, and poured him a big glass of sweet tea. I walked back into the dining room with a little more switch in my hip. I was forty-four years old but I still had some sexiness in me that rivaled any twenty-something beauty.

“Babe, what would I do without you? You are still the prettiest thing in this whole wide world,” he spoke, and I grinned as I set his plate down in front of him. He always knew how to sweet talk me. In fact, that is how we meet.

Twenty years ago, I was waiting tables in a restaurant in Hampton, Virginia when he walked in the door. He was all decked out in his army attire looking all dapper and well put together. I was working in one of those diner-type restaurants so I had to work the counter as well. He plopped down at the counter and that was when I looked into his big brown eyes and fell in love. He had a million-dollar smile that lit up the room.

“What can I get you today, sir?” I asked as I poured another customer some coffee.

“Well, beautiful, what do you suggest I eat? I’m pretty sure your sweet self could pick something right tasty for a man to eat.” He had a deep Southern drawl so I knew he was new to this area.

“Well, thank you, kind sir. I would recommend our feast for a king meal, since I know a big, strapping guy like you has to serve our country on a full stomach. I couldn’t have you out there on the line without proper nourishment.” I smiled.

“All right, Chrissy. I’ll take it.” He called me by my nickname, which was on my name badge. “And let me have a cup of that fine coffee I know you put your heart into.”

“Sure thing.” I grabbed him a cup and poured him a cup. “Cream and sugar?”

“Cream, yes ... but I got enough sugar from your sweetness to last me a lifetime.”

I couldn’t help but blush. We talked as he ate and in between me waiting on tables. I found out that he was from Tennessee and he was stationed right here in Virginia. He was an only child and an army brat. I filled him in on me and from that day forward he would come into the restaurant and order the same meal. We started dating shortly after that and within a year we were married. Over twenty years later and we were still as happy as could be.

“Baby, I’m going upstairs to run you a bath, don’t take too long. I don’t want the water to get cold on you.”

“I won’t, babe. I’ll be right up after I finish.”

With that I walked out of the living room and up to the bathroom to prepare his bath. I loved being a housewife, and taking care of my man and his house was a full-time job.

My husband made it upstairs in a few more minutes. I had his bathwater ready and he eased down into it. I was kneeling down beside him with a sponge, ready to wash him up.

“Aaahhh, boy. What a day.” He leaned back in the tub and I began to wash him up with a sponge. Some people probably thought that this was too much for a wife to do, but my husband provided well and it was my wifely duty to supply all his comforts when he got home. I enjoyed washing up my husband.

“I know you are tired, babe. That’s why I’m going to give you the treatment you deserve.” I worked up a lather in the sponge and washed up his whole body, from his feet all the way up to his chest. “You have fun today whipping all of those soldiers into shape?”

“Sure did.” He smiled. “One in particular I had to make an example out of. I gave him some special punishment.” His smile was wide across his face. He then closed his eyes, lifted his arms, and put his hands behind his head. I washed his underarms and then he leaned forward so I could get to his nice, strong back.

“You work him over good, baby? Showed him who was in charge?” I loved when he was happy. It made me happy. There is nothing like a happy and content man making a living for his family.

“Yes, I sure did.” He nodded his head. “He’s stubborn, though. I might have to work him over on the regular to get him into shape.”

“Do what you got to do, baby.” I got up off of my knees, grabbed a towel off of the towel rack, and waited for my husband to get out of the tub.

“You know I will,” he said as he got out of the tub.

He stood there in the middle of our bathroom as I dried him off.

“Thanks, babe.” He kissed me on the forehead and left the bathroom for our bedroom. I already had his undergarments out on the bed, waiting for him. He put them on and then we both got into bed to get a good night’s sleep for the next day.

Lake Chesdin is in the east-central part of the state, in Petersburg, Virginia, and that was where we were headed again. It was just a couple of weeks past our last encounter at his office. The sergeant and I were on one of our sexual excursions once again. The first time we came to this lake was a year into my marriage to his daughter, and he said that we should do some male “bonding.” His words, not mine. I didn’t think that that was to be taken literally, with his dick bonde