With all the civilian walt warriors on the site these days, I suppose it inevitable that my past Walting is going to be found out, so Iâve decided to âcome cleanâ. I once attended a mess function in the uniform of a clergyman of the Anglican faith. I donât know what made me do it, perhaps it was the glory, the fact that you chaps always get the birds with your tales of redemption and forgiveness. Iâve always wanted to be a vicar but just didnât have the balls to apply for selection.I did attend a B3 Bishopâs Course at Wuppertal but I have never completed the full wings course and become ordained into the Church of England. On that fateful night in question I was accompanied by a QARANC NCO who was Walting as a prostitute (well I assume she was Walting) and had come dressed in a very low cut blouse which showed much of her quivering bosom and just gave the slightest hint of aureole and the suggestion that a little pink puppy's nose was going to come into view at any minute. She was also wearing a black leather mini skirt, so short that it was very easy to see the dark area around her stocking welts. When she sat down one could see a perfect stocking top held in place by a metal suspender clasp (it was the use of the more durable âfieldâ metal clasp which made me suspect she may not be a Walt) at the end of a lacy black strap. On her feet she wore knee length black leather boots with a 5â stiletto heal (standard QA issue, Iâm assured). Walting should not be rewarded and Iâm ashamed to say that the end of the night saw me trying to count her vertebra from the inside with my Holy rod. There was much laying-on of hands and I did take a wander into her wilderness before riding her ass. Fortunately, after three weeks, her cave was still empty. I now feel so guilty at the amount of âsunk to the nuts in gutsâ pleasure I only gained because she thought I was a bone fide sky pilot.