Clayton Jackson has a problem, and today he is sorting that problem out.
So it is with utmost confidence that I make my way across camp, and without hesitation, I step inside.
"Lieutenant, Sir."
"At ease Caylee."
"Is something wrong, Sir?"
Well, let us think about that. Last night I played this very moment over and over to absolute frustration in my head. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty spaces that were only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs.
