" Huh?" Do you want to have sex?"He gave me an awkward look. "Sorry, I'm not gay."I laughed a little, "No man. Look! Follow me but don't say a single ...word. I stepped in the house and started heading down the hallway. Mike hesitantly followed. I arrived at the door to my mom's bedroom. I opened the door."Brandon?" Yes?" Is the Pizza guy gone?" Yup, but give me a second"I closed the door and I pointed towards the front door. Mike walked there. Then I asked him. "So do you want to? It would just. ” He leaned toward a low cabinet, grasping for a glass.“Let’s dispense with the drinks, Admiral. I think we both know why we’re here,” she interjected.“As you wish, lieutenant,” he answered; intrigued and surprised at the promising turn of events.Motioning to the corner of the bed, she bade him to sit his bulk down and took to unbuckling her leather belt dutifully; feeling his eyes on her. Slipping off her neatly pressed white uniform trousers, Dawn revealed a tight white jockstrap. The old man. Word had spread about who we were, and most people didn't hesitate a bit in talking to us. It was kind of weird being treated like we were something special. Every time we spoke to someone, we'd get a bow or a curtsey first, followed by a lot of "sirs" and "lady's".There were a few who avoided us, and we asked Bart about that. "Some folk do na' take to the new ways", he scowled. "They be mostly ne'er-do-wells, an' those what are not, fight any change whether it be for good or ill. Be na'. All the time. So the idea of drinking scares the hell outta me. Letting my control loosen up any, letting anything slip out… that’d be, uh, bad. My inhibitions, my, uh, my pretending that I’m okay and can deal with everything is like, all that keeps me together, you know? One little slip of my real feelings could put me in a world of hurt. In a lot of ways.”“Brian…” Emily blurted out, and as she gazed at his serious countenance, she felt the giddiness from the alcohol burning off, leaving.