J.T. slugged him in the left arm. ‘What your life would be like now if you were still with Leira,’ J.T. responded. ‘I can’t go down that road,... man,’ Tim replied. ‘You don’t think about her at all?’ ‘I didn’t say that,’ Tim answered. ‘Of course I still think about her. I mean, not every day, but every now and then something happens that just jogs my memory. Like in March, I flew the Bobcats up to Toronto, and the flight plan took us over the Adirondacks. I started thinking about the week we. 'Guns' picked up the worn handset from the bracket on the stanchion next to him and depressed the 'talk' button as he placed it to his ear."Gunnery Officer to bridge." He said. "Initial targets numbered eleven, that is one-one. Countermeasures deployed per procedure at a ratio of two to one. New sensors aboard defensive missiles were initially ineffective, but shipboard systems were able to provide effective guidance. At a range of approximately ten miles, number of targets doubled, reducing. The wheel would land on one of about four different mental images. One image she had grown fond of was seeing Felicia slurping down the potent concoction of caffeinated jizm while Gretchen savored the moment she could, hesitating before departing her office to watch. Another was the thought of, one day, informing Felicia’s well-established laundry list of corporate detractors, enemies, and conspirators that she had sucked down mugfulls of cum on the daily. Third, the transcendent moment of. ”There was visible relief in her eyes and a slight quiver in her voice.“Thank you. I… I don’t know. I’ve never been with a girl. Or anyone.”“I have. Both.”“Oh. Okay.” And then, very softly. “I’m kind of… both, Ronnie.”I managed to keep my eyebrows level and just nodded. Not something you could really tell, but I’d wondered a little. Again, just intuition.“Must be hard.” I cracked a smile, chuckling a little. “Didn’t mean it like that.”Erica giggled softly, nodding. “Didn’t think so. And yeah,.