A slight pressure. I looked to the peaks of my breasts, eyeing the beachball. I saw the big beachball actually rise up, like a multi-colored moon risi...ng above two blue and yellow draped mountians. “What’s happening?” I thought. I slid one hand under the beachball, running my fingers over my bathing suit. I was surprised to find my tummy with a definite swell to it now compared to its trim flatteness it had been mere seconds ago. I felt the stem of the beachball, the air intake. I was really messed up yesterday and Lissa helped me get through it. I had to talk it all out with someone.”“And then have sex. Is she your girlfriend or me?” Did I have a girlfriend? I know I told Lissa that one of my favorite things at school was my girlfriend, but she quickly—and correctly—interpreted that as sex. I’d never really considered the implications of actually having a girlfriend. Yeah, I’d dated some, but I never thought about it in those terms before.“Lissa is my ... our .... , his name is Tom and he’s one of the new recruits they are sending me.”I looked at Colonel Maggie and asked, “He’s only a Pvt.? Not even a Pfc.? What the hell happened? I thought almost everyone exiting basic was at least a Pfc.?”Colonel Maggie grinned and said, “Don’t you just love a good mystery? What happened in basic is for you to find out.”I was going to continue when the two CIA agents walked into the office without even knocking or being announced. Colonel Maggie complained, “Who the. I'd been working round the clock, Iwas getting good monthly bonuses from providing additional 'services' tocustomers, and had almost no expenses other than a rent/board which washeavily subsidised through providing similar 'services' at home. I hadbeen making good progress towards repaying Clare, John and Tyrone, andwhen I've finished paying them back, I'll get the key to my chastitybelt. Once I'm out of debt and have that key, I can start on becomingfinancially independent again. Or at least.