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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Thread 3 Part 1: Looking after the Recruits
Gary Wilson was the next recruit to her office. His appointment was at 2pm but he arrived ten minutes late, limping and gasping for breath.
"I'm sorry I'm late," he said then he stumbled into the office and dived onto a chair. He was squeezing his right ankle and wincing in pain.
"Whatever's happened?"said Jennifer.
The boy was grimacing and sucking in breath.
"I tripped over a rat on my way over here. Well, I dived for it and missed and now I've twisted an ankle. Fucking vermin!"
"Perhaps you need to go to the medical bay?"
He looked a bit panicked.
"No need for that, I'll be alright. I'll catch Roland another time. Effing rats in the galley. This place is disgusting."
Jennifer saw an opportunity. "Are you not impressed with this place then Gary? Are you glad you came? I hear you've had excellent scores so far and you're held in high regard."
Gary relaxed in his chair and folded his right leg so his ankle fell on his left knee. He rubbed it softly. He looked at Ms Blaze and wondered if she was the type of woman who could be easily impressed.
"This place is just a springboard for me," he said. "It's too here. Once I accept the place I've been offered at the SBS and enrol I'll be happy."
Jennifer peeped into the referral paper she had on him and reminded herself of a few fundamental facts:
enrolled age 21, good physical health, working class background, referred for counselling due to lying, now ostracized by others in troop.
"You're older than the other nods, Gary? What were you doing in the three years before you came here?"
"Oxford Ma'am. Got a first class degree in English Literature.."
"Which college," interrupted Jennifer. This would test him.
"St.John's," he answered.
She had to concede that this WAS the main college for students of English Lit. Could it be true? She was beginning to understand how frustrating it must be for staff and his troop members. Lies or truths? Not so easy to determine.
"I'm not surprised you studied English literature. You strike me as a person who has a vivid imagination, maybe even story writing skills. Do you ever invent stories Gary? Write them down? Tell them to others."
"No time for that here Miss. I could probably write a novel if you gave me a week but it's full on in here."
He had given her an idea. If his imagination could chanelled creatively in stories perhaps he'd be less of a liar the rest of the time?
Ms Blaze began, "Well, with someone as creative and intelligent as yourself, the imagination needs a place to come out. I want to be frank with you Gary. Colonel Smythe referred you to me because he thinks you are telling fibs which are upsetting the others. What do you say?"
She saw him bristle at the word 'fibs'.
"The lads are jealous of me Ma'am and there's not much I can do to change it."
She saw his eyes sweep to the right. He averted his eyes when lying. That was a good sign. Sociopaths would lie as they looked you in the eye.
"What's making them jealous?"
He shrugged and looked to the ceiling and shook his head.
"Everything. I have more followers on Uniformdating.com than the rest of them. They're jealous I've sailed round the world in a yacht, been to Oxford, done route 66 on a motorbike and shagged Britney Spears once I reached L.A. I intimidate them cos my family are rich and we have celeb friends but mostly they're intimidated by my cock."
Gary folded his arms and shuffled in his seat. He looked at Ms Blaze closely, wanting to see how she had reacted to the word cock. Jennifer hadn't flinched. Though she had felt a buzz between her legs and had instinctively looked at his groin when he said it.
"I have the biggest cock on camp. Well, I must do because it's nine inches."
"And do the boys notice in the changing room and showers?"
"I try and keep it hidden between my legs miss so they're not seeing it and being reminded of it. One of the young ones, that Scottish one, James Muir he might have the same problem as me cos he's having to avoid the showers too. But I doubt his is a nine incher!"
Jennifer didn't feel comfortable with his scrutiny. As he was talking about his dick he was looking at parts of her body suggestively. His eyes were all over her. She didn't feel comfortable.
"Gary I have some homework for you for next session. You seem to feel very comfortable talking about sex organs so I'm going to give you an imaginative writing task. I want you to write me some erotica. Make up a story about you seducing me. Lots of sex in it. Be as imaginative as you like.
Do you think you could do that?"
He grinned, "You want me to write a dirty story about me and you. Are you joking miss?"
She shook her head. "It's between me and you. Don't tell anyone else."
But she knew that she needn't have worried, because if he did tell, he wouldn't be believed.
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