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B.J.Jones the Story of My Life

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Chapter 99

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 99 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.

Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Nudism   Slow  

I fast forwarded the late news on the DVR during breakfast to the local interest report with Marley. I was amazed that the complete segment was on our gym from the tanning to the boxing ring. It ended with a teaser to watch her full report on the morning show.

We left for the college with Patti driving. She had aced the driving final test and had a new Maryland driver's license in her pocket. I took advantage of the right seat to work on my smarter than smart phone. I had all my e-mails taken care of by the time we arrived at the college.

I had a couple of meetings to deal with first thing. They were mostly to do with some repairs that had been contracted out by maintenance department while the students assigned to those dorm rooms were gone for the holidays. Normally security would have little to do with such contracts other than to check the contractors in and out. The contractors themselves were complaining about missing materials that were left overnight. The odd thing was that the items they were reporting missing shouldn't have been here based on the type of repairs they had been contracted to do according to Mr. Bozman. A review of the camera tapes showed that no one had been in the buildings.

I had been working my back towards the administration building as I made the rounds. I had finished my walk-through of the building where the missing materials dispute came from. I had a meeting with Bob Jackson and Shirley Short. It was to be the final brain storming session about the athletics department security request. I stopped by my office and picked up my briefcase with several folders and a portable GPS locater in it. With Patti's help I had everything organized to make the final presentation for approval.

I had expected only Mrs. Short and Mr. Jackson but the entire board was there as well as all the athletic department coaches. For the next two hours I presented the detailed plans for the security teams that were to accompany the sports teams on their away games through the end of February. I detailed the credentials of the armed security personal. I discussed the security risks of each trip.

I brought up our GPS security panel on the big display and keyed in the number to the GPS unit in my brief case. Within seconds it pinged on the display. I expanded the screen as far as it would go to narrow the location down to 6 inches. It followed me as I walked around the room. I pushed the emergency button and the screen lit up in starburst. I hit the reset, gave it a second to reset then twirled it setting off the starburst again. I asked the coach to stand off to the side and catch it. I threw it like a football. As soon as he caught it the screen lit up again.

"One of these will be carried on each bus. As you have seen it responds to roll over, sudden stops as in an accident or as an emergency beacon. This is the most sophisticated portable GPS on the market. If we go to the log it will give complete event details." I said as I displayed the log of events indication the possibilities of each alert.

I answered a dozen or so questions before there was unanimous approval.

Just as we stood to leave Nancy Goldberg, Bob's secretary, came in and remarked," I see you are a TV star again."

I laughed a little, "So you saw last night's local report?" I said.

"Was it on then? What I saw was on today's local happenings program. In fact it was almost the whole show," she said. "I recorded it. I can play it on the plasma in here if you want to see it."

I was about to decline her offer because I was sure that someone had recorded it at home and I would be able to see it later. Then there was a chorus of, "OK, please play it."

There we all were in living color in short shorts and bikini tops or halter tops being shown giving the tours and answering questions. Plus they showed the interview session with the six of us. They also had a short piece on the Marathoners. Then there was the one on one with the reporter's workout session. There was a short clip of them in the hot tub and getting their massages, the important parts were blurred out. That one drew looks from all the males in the room.

The reporters challenged each other to do the full 6 months as I suggested and to do a progress report each month and a body comparison at the end of the six months. Over all it was a good report and free advertisement for the gym. It ended with there would be more on the evening segment about the gym.

The girl's track coach Kitty Barns asked, "How did you get the Marathoner? They aren't supposed to be available for another year."

"Friend of a friend, we have two of them to field test and evaluate," I said.

"I have run in several marathons and I want to run in the Boston and NY next year. Do you give friends a discount?" she said laughing. "I can use all the practice I can get."

"I'm sure we can work something out. Because the runs can be so long you will have to come in and schedule times and I'm sure the girls will want you join the membership for them. They are already booked out a couple of weeks," I said. "Gym will be open 9 to 9 seven days a week but no one on one trainer for the regular gym until 4 pm weekdays and all day Saturday and Sunday. Boxing lessons are by appointment and the hand gun training is by scheduled classes, the first four are already full. The tanning booths are 9 to 9 everyday. The masseur is by appointment or scheduled. All this is exclusive to ladies only."

Kitty said," Those girls are seniors here and they are owners?"

'Oh yes. All six of us are equal owners," I replied.

With that the meeting was over. Nancy must have sent the video to every one on campus. It wasn't ten minutes later when the casual walk-in with questions started. I put the web page on the computer and left it there. Ching Lee had already updated it with a link to the Local Report broadcast. Marcy and Lorrie had updated the site with all the packages and training modules they had put together. The individual pictures of all had been updated. The two Moms were listed as administrative assistants. Kim and Marsha were shown as assistant managers and tanning specialist. Patti, Belinda, Misty, Sarah and Wendy were shown as training assistants. They had been busy this morning.

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