How did Sandy get stuck going to a crowded sex party? She doesn’t want to be at a sex party. She doesn’t want to be in a room at a sex party with a pair of horny young Marines. But while her husband is hooking up with the hostess of the party, Sandy finds out that the horny Marine’s only intent is to get fall-down drunk and use her as a warm, wet place to bury their post orders. “Besides, Mama. We get high on the Corps,” the one with the lighter hair said. They started shouting some obnoxious chant at the tops of their lungs, and Sandy shook her head. It was time to get out of there. Sandy poured the last of her scotch down her throat, put the glass down on a side table, and got up to go to the door. “It’s been fun, guys. Really, it has,” she said. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mama. Where you going so fast?” one of the brothers said. He grabbed her hand and pulled her backward. She shrieked. “We ain’t done playing with you yet,” he said. He picked her up off the floor and tossed her on the bed like she was a doll. She screamed. The brother with the dark hair climbed on the end of the bed. “Relax, Mama. We’re just going to have us some fun,” he said. Sandy’s eyes were wide. She was panting. The brothers were grinning at each other. Her eyes flickered between them. “Please. Be gentle,” she said. Don’t wait. Get your copy of Shore Leave today!