.."All right, let's just do a quick review of what we'll be covering whenyou come back before you all run away on me," our teacher said."One hundred y...ears ago, there was a Great Disaster. No one to this dayknows what caused it, but the effects were felt around the world.Continents shifted, cities fell into the ocean, it was remarkable thatthere were survivors at all, much less as so many. The survivors workedon restoring the world, and although much progress has been made, westill have work to. I grabbed a cover shirt just in case. We finished getting ready and took off. We hadn't been on the road too long before , I had to repositioned myself and sliding up closer to you with my titties pressed into your back and bouncing around with my hard erect long nipples pushing against you hard. I slid my hands up and around you and wrapped myself tighter against you and squeezing you harder to me. I slide my left hand down to that big fucking bulge between your legs and felt your massive. Sure enough, just about an hour after I'd started, the phone rang. It was John. "You've had it." I tried to reason with him. "John, let's talk about this later. You're still drunk. Let's talk in the morning, and tomorrow night I'll have a special surprise for you." He wasn't buying. "Forget it, you bitch. It's war, not play, and you're the target." Click. I didn't know what to do. I really wanted to finish up, and I was almost done, but would John turn violent? He certainly sounded that way. I. Shit! I was the first person on the dual degree program to launch a final project. Both college presidents were at my review and when I shifted my focus to the rest of the room, I saw half a dozen people I didn’t recognize at all, including a couple of priests in black shirts with white collars. Shit! Shit! Shit! This was just supposed to be my committee. When everyone was seated, Cary called the meeting to order.“This is the review of Tony Ames’ proposal for his final project in the dual.