‘Use it or I will.’ He adjusted the water temperature. Walking two paces to the other end of the cabinet, he sat on the vanity and watched. ‘No ...fucking way I can do that with him watching!’ I sat and looked at him, then the douche box. I shook my head involuntarily, no. He slid off the cabinet and in a flash I grabbed the box. ‘Please turn away, please.’ ‘No!’ I cannot believe that that I was inserting a douche tube into my vagina with a man whom I did not even know his name, sitting watching. Seek Missiles were like cruise missiles but they found their own targets. Just tell them what you wanted, an air base destroyed, or a chemical factory demolished or whatever and point them in the right general direction. They would find the nearest target meeting their parameters and deliver a payload. Maybe even an atomic one.At least, in theory. The programming of an AI powerful enough to manage such a task had been keeping him up nights, keeping him away from home weekends, leaving him. The kind of stuff every frat put pledges through in the early 80's. As I got more into the frat life I spent time with my big brother "Tom". He was about 6-2 stout guy and could put away some beer. Through the process I had met his girl friend Jeana who was 6' tall and had some great tits. In fact there were several trips to Amarillo with 4 or 5 of us stuffed into a car and I always managed to sit by Jeana. There was many a time that semester that she was the fantasy that I jerked off. Mostly in the form in their sexual relations.Michelle hadn't divorced Michael but never took him back either. She permitted him to take their daughters out for the day once a month. They still loved their father and she wouldn't deprive them from seeing him.Michelle, who once thought she loved, was cold and indifferent towards him. She hadn't decided what to do with him. It was now December 10th and the country was at war with Germany, Italy, and Japan. She decided to volunteer somewhere like.