PHAC wasn't even the final acronym for the high temperature explosive that was a research project in an unnamed Navy-funded lab. I had carried the lit...tle thing stuck to a corner of the frame of the sunglasses that I never wore. A duplicate was on the underside of a shirt button on my camo shirt. No sense placing all my eggs in one basket that may get blown overboard or something. Always nice to have backup. Oh ... yes, the duplicate ran on a different radio frequency, so I wouldn't burn a hole. Aar malish onar laura te bhalo kore korechee. Satte bou rani eto mota aar lumba laura ami kono din dekhinee. Tumi jodi amar katha na mano to khete je sab meye aar boura kaj korche tumi rader jigesh kore nao.” “Tui kee bolte chas? Khete karar meye boura kemon kore janbe je amar shoshurer laura ta koto lumba aar koto mota?” “Bou rani tumi kichu bojho naa. Tomar shoshur mashai nijer someye te khete jato meye ba bou ra kaj korto tader ek ek kore chudechen. Je sab meye ba bouder uni pachondo korten. In between my second math class and philosophy, I had lunch in my usual spot, but Gwen never showed up, much to my disappointment.After philosophy class was over, I headed to the arena and soaked my arm again. The movement was getting better as the colours started to change. We decided to let me try to practice with a red no-contact jersey on.The arm worked well enough during practice for simple poke checks and soft passes but got sore after I tried a harder shot. Samuel replaced me less than. Cum was still slowly oozing out, now that I no longer had the damn tampon corking me up!A statuesque citizen with the hugest tits I ever saw outside of Japanese cartoons put up her hand. "Wait here, candy ass. Don't be in such a hurry."I waited before the closed door. A light turned green and she smiled. "Okay pretty buns, in you go!"She pulled open a heavy door and I stepped inside a small room. A powerful fan blew against me, as the air was drawn through to an exhaust vent in the opposite.