The truth was he needed something, something he hadn't done in over year. Something he had given up for his girlfriend. Something he knew he could fin...d there.He sat at the bar, drinking light beer and pondering his situation. Thoughts ran through his head. The girl had messed with his head for most of a year, He had given up so much for her. But she was cheating on him. Not even cheating, she'd dumped him.He was halfway through his third beer when he realized he had to piss. He dropped some. He closed his hands around hers – the connection was so powerful she felt branded with his fingerprints. They moved ever so slightly, in tandem, like a soft glove that soothed them inside out… his fingers sliding down to the sensitive inner skin at the knuckle, then pulling away…and back up to the tiny fingertips. Her mind was not at the table, but with him… in another place, where he touched past her flesh… and penetrated her subconscious until she surrendered to him in every way. He wrapped. I showed my pass to the librarian, who took it without really looking at it.I was surprised to see Camille sitting at one of the desks."Hi, Cammy! Do you live here?"Camille looked up from her book and smiled. "What are you doing here? Don't you have English?" Ms. Taylor is out today," I explained. "The substitute gave me a front office pass, and when I was in the front office, the receptionist gave me a library pass for the rest of the period." Why the front office pass?" I needed Kristen's. "Hi Liz, good to see you."He turned to Megan, "Pink Freud," greeting her as well with a hint ofdrunkenness in his voice. Liz forced herself to be friendly andacknowledged his presence."Hi Dwayne," she said in a dry voice with little emotion behind it."What do we have here?" Dwayne sized her up, studying her uniform anddecorations. He saw the wings on her left breast. "Nah, really? Theyfinally let you girls fly? What do they have you flying, cargo planes?" She's a fighter pilot Dwayne." He gave.