Just sitting around staring at the ground was a waste.The Sergeant barked out an order to line up in formation. The regulars seemed to take their time... getting up and moving into formation. Apparently the Sergeant was used to it because he didn’t chew them out about not moving quickly or being alert. There was a bit of fumbling while they grabbed their rifles and gear. She was the first ready to get in line, but waited until the line formed before taking the last position in it.The Sergeant. “So how do you manage lunch?” I asked.“I pick things up on the way here from a Japanese grocery store that caters to people like my grandfather, but also to what the owner calls ‘Yuppie scum’ who pretend to know what good Japanese food is, but who have no manners!”“America is very different from Japan,” I said. “Something your grandfather and my Sensei have made clear. I take it you prefer the less formal ways?”She nodded, “Yes, though it’s fun to occasionally put on the kimono and play. “Hey, guys, are you going to leave me hanging?” said Brandon in a sad voice.“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Do you want me to take care of you?” I offered.“Nope, I want Mike to.”There was a long silence where only the lapping of the water could be heard. “Why?” asked Mike.“Yeah, he is not into guys, and I’m offering, you can even fuck me if you want.”Brandon sat down on one of the yoga mats, still with a hard on. He sighed and then said, “Look, I’m bisexual, and I have been as far back as I can. Nearing his destination the running teen had to push through a particularly dense mob. What he found on the other side brought him skidding to a stop.Standing in front of the photo booth was Chad. The Mall Dog stood tall and imposing as he held a laminated card up to the light for closer scrutiny. A card Dave had a sinking suspicion was his Breeding Pass.Chad slipped the card into his front pocket. Looking out into the crowd the unshaven mall cop locked eyes with Dave. He pointing right at the.