Laurie stopped, one hand fluttering to her throat as she fought for breath. She was feeling a little woozy, high with her own sexuality. And that tickling, burning itch was taking away her strength. No one had ever told her about the power of her own body, how it could do things like this. Delicious, hot flames licked like tongues up her long, white shivering thighs, and Laurie wondered what it would be like having Lieutenant Barrington holding her, pressing his mouth against her thighs, her cunt!

Laurie drove those thoughts from her mind. How could she even let them swirl about her? She was a decent girl, and besides, she didn't even know why he asked her to stay behind. Regaining some control over herself, Laurie walked through the darkened offices, passing rows of computers and typewriters until she entered a second large room filled with neat rows of Formica-topped tables.

There in the corner was Lieutenant Barrington, his blue jacket off, his strong body bent over the desk as he shuffled through a tall pile of papers. Laurie hesitated again, biting her pouty lower lip while she wrung her icy fingers against one another. No, she would go through with it. She would never be able to forgive herself if she left now.

"Uh, excuse me, sir. May I speak to you for a moment, Lieutenant Barrington?"

The tall, dark-haired naval officer raised his eyes from the papers and peered into the darkened doorway. Immediately he brightened, pushing the papers away and resting both large hands comfortably on his desk.

"Yes, Wooster. Come in. Have a seat. I was just finishing up some work here."

He seemed so nonchalant, so matter-of-fact. Perhaps she had read him wrong. Perhaps he would ask her why she was here. Oh, she would simply die if something like that came from his strong, sensuous mouth!