Five, six, seven,” she managed to say.“All good girls go to heaven,” Veronica joined in. Then the Dean switched the remote off. She watched as ...Melanie slumped down in the chair. “Have a nice weekend, love,” she told her Assistant Dean of Admissions then cut off the skype connection. ******Tricia sat in the kitchen of Danny’s apartment, he was still asleep in their bed. A cup of coffee sat by as the trim, taut brunette studied her computer tablet. On the screen was an invitation to the. It must be some kind of monster. With sleepy eyes, she gazed around, but she couldn’t seem to place wherever they were coming from. Suddenly she felt the tentacle between her thighs slide a little further, and her eyes flew open as she felt the wide tip of it prodding her hole. No! I’m a virgin! She couldn’t let her purity be ripped away by these beings. She bit down on the one in her mouth again - and again, to no avail - as she started to struggle as much as her body would allow. She hated. I was more than a little surprised at the content!”She smiled, “I figured. But I hope you read from the beginning.”“I did. There’s some thought provoking stuff in there, but I’m not sure that using deceit to gain a wife is a good idea, and I sure don’t conform to the roles assigned to men and women by whoever originally wrote that stuff. And the last section has some pretty bizarre ideas about what seem to be magic potions and painful body modification.”“Then you did actually read it. Most guys. I worked on the mission report. Before, when we had reports about how well the ship and crew had done, it was a joy to write these. This time it seemed impossible. I’d start on it only to erase it all and have to start over, again and again. Eventually I gave up after simply writing “Lieutenant Chandler is dead. It’s my fault,” after a very brief narrative about what had happened.Like I was, the crew was in awful shape.PFC Douglas tried to help by playing the Smetana song I’d liked so much. At.