At 1800 hours we will have a memorial service for the fallen."I was one of the first questioned. The questions went on and on and on. No, I didn't kno...w what happened—I was gone most of the day and the entire night. The police investigator asked me a lot of questions because, aside from Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders, I knew more about those dead boys than anybody else at Mackie. I had missed breakfast. At lunch, the investigator gobbled down a sandwich and guzzled coffee. I didn't even get. He had private counseling with a therapist he trusts. And if you want to meet him, he's talking to you right now. Let me assure you, I was raped. It wasn't pleasant, and I don't particularly like talking about it, but if I can get you off your damn gender horse by talking about it, then I suppose it's worth it."Dr. Abrams looked at him in stunned disbelief. "You're a rape victim?" Yes, I am. Last January, behind Thompson Hall. Four guys beat the living daylights out of me, and then one of them. I heard him groaning and whispering something. I worked my mouth over his cock taking more of him down my throat. I felt my gag reflex kick in and I coughed lightly. I relaxed my throat and kept a few inches in my throat as I adjusted to his thickness. He had to be 7-8 inchs easy I thought to myself. I felt my throat relax, I shoved my head down and slid all of him down my throat until my nose and lips were buried into his pelvis, I sucked hard and slid my mouth up back to the tip and back down. Of course, that leaves Deena dangerously unattended.Haley’s lips parted from mine as I shook. “She’s doin’ it again, ain’t she?”“Oh, yes ... Bad little girl...”We both looked down at Deena’s blonde head in my crotch, playing.“Balls. I LOVE your balls...” she said, emphasizing the truth of her statement by sucking one into her mouth, causing me to jump.“Gentle,” Haley said. “Don’t break our toys.”Deena’s “Mmmmm” reverberated through me.Ol’ Dickie was bouncing. Haley. Those damned brown eyes that.