" You know. I know. I know you know. You know I know you know ... ya know?" Very funny." Thank you, Sergeant Major. I imagine you'll tell me what else... you know," I reached in my pocket and took out a wooden nickel. I handed it to him. One side had an ink-stamp of a buffalo and the logo Buffalo Nickel Saloon printed on it. The other side said TUIT in the middle and around the edge, Five Cents in Trade, "When you get around to it." It took a second or six...He burst into laughter, "'Don't take. I was somewhat turned on by listening to Tricia talk. I poured us both a glass and we returned to the living room. We sat where we had been sitting before.“Turn your recorder back on,” Tricia said. “I can drink my wine while telling you more of my story.”When the recorder was on Tricia continued her story.“One night Tank and I were in bed. He wanted to fuck, but either he wasn't horny or his cock would not cooperate. I slid down and tried sucking him into an erection, but to no avail. Nothing. He continues to tower over me. I can feel his breath on my face. The smell of burned food, Lucky Charms, and one-percent milk linger in the air. My brown eyes slowly rise to meet his green ones. He knows he married a feisty kitten, another thing he loves about me. He’s still glowering at me, so I take a few steps back. Then my ass hits against the wall. Shit, nowhere else to go. He knows I’m cornered and he likes the power that gives him. I like the power it gives him. I’m beginning to get wet.. These things happen. Grab your laptop and don’t be late for class.”Hardy was so grateful; he thanked the dean, grabbed his briefcase and stood at attention to salute him. He looked his commanding officer in the eye and then let his eyes drift down to the dean’s crotch for a moment and then they made eye contact again. Hardy looked into the deans eyes and said, “Thankyou General Dustin sir. If there is anything I can ever do to make it up to you; you can count on me.”The dean paused a moment and.