"Just find a seat whenever you're ready." See you," said Trixie.After another brief kiss, Kat smiled at Gretchen. "So you agreed. That's awesome," and... she immediately walked towards the stage.Gretchen shook her head and smiled in wonder at the weirdness she now occupied. She knew exactly what Kat meant. Then she frowned, noticing an absence. "Where's Michael?" He fucking ran away," Trixie sighed."What? Why?" He's ... too gay, Gretchen. He can't mate and change. I think he doesn't believe he'll. )I don't know if you noticed that I dressed a little differently today... (Pause as she took in my smiling nod). This was the next-to-last class in the course, and I was hoping you'd ask me out. My suite-mates and I had a little too much to drink last night, and... ("Suite-mates?")In the dorm. There are four bedrooms around a living area. Eight of us in a suite. Evelyn got a case of beer from a guy she's dating who owns a store. We were drinking and talking, and they were kidding me because I. "That's me, SSG Mickey Hill. I was an EW squad leader for the 3rd platoon, B Company, 520th Mi battalion. Sgt Debra Stretch was my senior squad member and jammer operator and SP4 Jimmy Fallon was our 98C analyst. Together we ran one of two TACJAM systems still operational. After 3 months of combat we were the only jamming assets still working for the division. One of the TLQ17's had been captured while attempting to set up in an area they had been told was safe, and the other team hadn't gotten. He was doing it. He was really fucking me against the hood…My eyes flicked towards the open door. I was in plain sight from the street. Even the most casual quick glance would reveal that I was being screwed right there, in my own garage."This is not happening to me…" I said quietly, feeling Ned pushing even further into my wet cunt. I wondered why I was not fighting against that bastard…Probably because the whole situation was so bizarre and exciting.I had never dreamt that I could be screwed.