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Jack thought a minute about how to answer. "You know, this is the first time I've ever had a Marine this out of line." He sipped his drink to stall for time. The pale band around her finger showed she has taken her ring off. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he had to ask. "What do you normally do for fun?"
 
She looked up at him from her drink. "Well I don't like to hang around places like this, that's for sure" She smiled and threw back the rest of her drink. ONce again the scar caught her eye.
 
That scar again. Why did she always look at it? "Okay, I'm a little older, so I don't know what you would like to do. So let me know what you'd like and we'll go do it."
 
"Come on Captain" she said grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the booth. "I prefer my downtime at home" The drink was hitting her hard and she stumbled a little as she led him outside.
 
Jack felt like going home was a mistake, but he went along with it. If anyone asked, he could just say it was a professional visit. He helped her into his car and closed the door behind her. A couple of NCOs walked by, looking questioningly, but Jack said, 'As you were," and they shrugged and walked off.
 
"Don't worry...we don't live on post." She said as she gave him directions. Feeling bold, as he drove her off post, "So Captain Long have you always been the strong silent type?"
 
"Not really, I was a lot wilder when I was younger." he said. "How about you? Have you always known how to attract a man?"
 
"ha" She rolled her eyes "Yes, the wrong kind of men...as is clear from my husband." Layla pointed to her house and they pulled in the driveway.
 
Jack helped her to the door and stood, making sure she got in OK. She was fumbling with the keys. When she got in, he said, "What did you have in mind for the evening here?"
 
She fumbled again and could barely get the door open. "Come on in and I'll show you" She walked down the hall, kicking off her shoes and dropping her purse on the floor.
 
Jack followed her in, closing the door behind them. It was a reasonably well furnished place, and clearly a woman lived there. No bachelor would have that many pillows and doilies around. And there were coasters. Jack slipped off his shoes and said, "What did you want to show me, Laura?" already thinking he knew the answer.
 
Jack followed her in, closing the door behind them. It was a reasonably well furnished place, and clearly a woman lived there. No bachelor would have that many pillows and doilies around. And there were coasters. Jack slipped off his shoes and said, "What did you want to show me, Laura?" already thinking he knew the answer.

She sauntered to her bar and poured herself another scotch...she was going to need it. "Drink, Captain? or can I call you Jack?" She sipped her scotch and held the cool glass to her neck pouting her lips just a little.
 
There she was using those lips again. Jack found himself getting hard. "I think I'll have a Captain and coke... And I think you can call me Jack in private."
 
She poured him a glass and brushed past him to get a coke from the fridge. The drinks were giving her the flirty confidence she needed. "Damn, Im out of coke. Can I get you something else?"
 
"Just a scotch then," Jack said. As she brushed against him, there was no way she didn't notice he was hard, and watching her ass swing didn't help any.
 
She noticed the outline of his cock in his pants and she walked by..."Here you go" she said handing him his glass. She walked past again and went to sit on the couch.
 
Jack joined her on the couch, had a sip, and set it down, making sure to use one of the many coasters that were around. "This is good stuff," he said. His bulge wasn't going away any time soon.
 
She set her glass down too and looked him in the eyes, deeply.
She tilted her head and raised one hand to his face. That scar..it was strangely beautiful. She felt the stubble on his cheek against her hand and then let one finger trace the scar. She was leaning in close and her dress was revealing the lace bra she picked out for the night.
"Is this from your younger wild days?"
 
"You could say that," Jack said, liking the feel of her hand against his face. It had been a while since he had been with a woman. He looked down and saw the lacy bra. "I don't suppose you wear that any old time, do you?"
 
"Oh!" She looked down and covered herself with the hand that had been on his face. "Sorry..I'm just a mess" She bit her lip and looked up at him again
 
Jack took his hand and caressed her face with it. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. I'd be mad too if someone walked out on me." Her skin was so soft.
 
It had been a long time since she'd been touched...and her face pressed into Jack's hand. "Jack..." She whispered...
 
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