”I ended up taking the test and it showed nothing was wrong with me. Two weeks later I was at a special facility. I was told that I was the last per...son from the school to have the test taken. That was partially because I had been running late.While there I heard a beautiful voice, “Thank you for your help.”“I’m sorry about what happened. Your family will help you out with your pregnancy. Miss Grant. They are wonderful and understanding people.”“It’s not my family I’m worried about. My boyfriend. When a losing army pulls out, the victors may celebrate the moment, but the real work has only begun. One has to rebuild what had been destroyed, and there is always destruction.In the modern context of war, winning and losing is a rather uncertain concept. Has the mission been accomplished? It’s hard to say, because the mission wasn’t ever really known. There was some perceived insult, so we had to kick some ass. When does one decide that enough ass has been kicked? History would lead one to. I take his whole 6’2” frame in. God I missed him. We decide to peruse the books while catching up. We end up spending hours just wandering around, talking and laughing. I’m so glad he reached out to me. Inevitably, the conversation turns to relationships and sex. Connor tells me that he just got out of a pretty serious relationship. Apparently, he started dating this girl his first month of college and they had been together since, well until now anyway. “So what about you Abby?” I laugh.. I wanted to wrap my arm around her and kiss her, tease her, to make her moan. I didn't know if she would react well. I stood, muttering the first excuse I could think of, and ran into my room. Patricia followed me. I sat on my bed. "Were you serious about what you said this afternoon?" She straddled my lap, knees on the bed. "Does that answer your question?" I pulled her lips to mine, brushing her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth to let me in. After several minutes of.