Inside the briefing room the session was just getting underway. Blakey called the role to each name there was an associated'Yo' or whoop in reply; Ani...ta, Greta, Julie, Merrill, Ada and Joelle"Permission requested for one day compassionate leave, ma'am" Joelle replied instead of the anticipated cry."For precisely what?" Growled the Captain."To rescue my sister from a state mental hospital" Joelle replied."Request denied, do it in your own time!" Barked Blake.Kate's voice rose "Executive overrule. Three years ago, I killed my first man in a fight to take over a group. He had come at Momma and I protected her. After that, the men spent more time teaching me to shoot and I had to go on raids and fight."I've enjoyed the traveling but I really don't like fighting and having to take women. That was another thing that I was made to do. I was interested in women and still am but the girl who they made me take was young and crying the whole time. What they did after that to her was really bad."I. Jason nearly fainted as pleasure filled his whole body but especially inthe caresses over his penis. She smiled as she kissed, occasionallyslipping her lips that little bit further to enclose his knob beforedrawing back with ripples of her tongue. Then he heard words that filledhim with even more of a surge of desire... from above him... from MissPresswell."You're a sissy, Jason," she said, looking down at him, unsmiling aboveher full Puritan blouse collar, in a matter of fact tone. "You are. Ned’s gaze returned to her face, questing for another view of those wondrous gray eyes. ‘What is your name?’ he asked. ‘Belinda’ she quietly replied, almost a whisper, lowering her gaze and face. Ned was conflicted by her dress and demeanor. A TWA graduate should be glamourous and confident in the company of men, even an alpha male such as himself. This everyday woman persona was a uniquely tantalizing routine: submissive confidence. He tilted up her face and stated ‘matter of fact’ his core.