<strong>Miranda</strong><br/><br/>Miranda found her eyes glued to the solider, her bright amber orbs following his muscular lines through the uniform hungrily as she dreamed what lied beneath. She was giddy with anticipation, knowing that her little dream wouldn’t in vain, unlike so many other daily encounters. She felt her cheeks become a little heated as she watched the officer disappear into the kitchen with naughty little visions floating in her head. Miranda glanced to the others and smiled, realizing that there wasn‘t one unattractive person in the entire house. Sandra sure did have some cute friends, and Miranda was as straight as a corkscrew: she bent in all sorts of ways, and she would be happy to bend towards anyone here.<br/><br/>Miranda’s wandering train of thought was interrupted as the solider announced that he was the entertainment. She gave a holler with Sandra as the pulsing beat soon in sync with the rhythmic thrusts of his pelvis. She gave another holler, and fished out her wallet, wondering if she had any cash on her. She would certainly like to slip a bill somewhere into his uniform.