B.J.Jones the Story of My Life
Chapter 370

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 370 - 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  

Monday morning I was headed to KCC for the morning. I had to finish up the school year end reports and submit my budget for next year. I was slightly under budget this year and had added 5% for next year and replaced a couple cars that were at the end of their life cycle.

There were opportunities for the college to get excess vehicles from the state or federal system; all that was up to the administrators.

The boys were now 16 weeks old and Jenny was going back to work in four weeks. I did not know who it was going to be harder on, us or her. The time together had only made the family bond tighter.

Jenny had been working from home the whole time when she needed to. We had paid to have the SVOL system installed at her state office for live conferencing. Her office personnel had fallen in love with process. There was a daily conference now.

There was no issue about child care - both mom-mom’s and Mindy had made it perfectly clear that there would be no daycare for the boys. Lisa was determined that both would have a genius level IQ before they were five and educational toys for infants were showing up weekly.

How that worked at their age I had not a clue. I suspected that it was just a way to get your money.

The third group from Rochester was finishing up their second week and would be heading back home Friday. Peterson was with them as usual. Last week most of days were spent on the firing range; they had brought some new weapons with them and wanted to get proficient with them at the gun club.

As big as New York State was, they were beginning to have trouble with their weapons training ranges. The anti-gun people and the environmentalists had joined together.

They were challenging the permits and existence of shooting ranges and filing lawsuits. They were using possible lead and noise pollution and the possibility of stray bullets to close down decade’s old shooting ranges and gun clubs.

The gun club that we used was beginning to experience the same problems. Jason and the Judge both were on the board of directors and were lifetime members. JBG had a corporate member ship.

The gun club was on over 1000 acres that was privately owned. That owner was getting up in years and was indicating he wanted to sell. If developers were to buy it our training would take a terrible hit.

Developers had bought a 100 acre parcel two miles from the east end of the gun club four years ago. The noise and lead complaints were coming from there.

I had put a bug in Jason’s ear to find out what the owners’ intentions were and to stay on top of it. With the size that our security division was going to grow to, a place for weapons training was mandatory.

I was back at Morton Field shortly before noon. Cory from Bay Machine Works texted me that he would deliver all the components that he had made, including the testing nose piece that Howie wanted.

Howie, Charlie, Hoss, Martin and Abe were going to spend the afternoon figuring out how to load the package to keep it balanced. Then they were going back to the compound to test drop the unit from different heights.

They needed to figure out the minimum height that would make it hit the target nose down. It was dropped in a horizontal position and had to hit the target in a vertical position; hopefully the fins were large enough to make that happen quickly. Then they needed to align the targeting camera.

We met Cory and helped unload the components in the armory. Howie and the group started working with the weighing and setting up the drones.

 
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