However, therewas just a tiny bit of regret mixed in as well. It was not that I wantedto be caught. That would have been mortifying to the point of my...uitting my job on the spot. It wasn't that I wanted to bed any of myco-workers, for though I had fantasized about a threesome, it wasn'twith anyone here.No.What I felt was the regret one gets when you realize that you aresexually invisible. No matter how committed a relationship is, we allwant to think of ourselves as objectively desirable. We. "Oh by the way," I just remembered. "I'm leaving at noon on Friday. A big party for a friend of mine." Is he single?" No but if he were, I wouldn't be interested in him."After going through all my emails, I saw nothing too important so I deleted them all. I opened my snail mail which I put some aside for later perusing and the others went into the trash. A large envelope caught my attention from the Harris Bank. Opening it, I saw that I had twenty million dollars in my various accounts.. The four that left headed south to try to make it to central Florida.There were only ten renegades left alive after the battle. Four of those had tried to sneak off and were captured. The other six had suffered slight wounds or had been rendered unconscious during the attack. More severely wounded were mercifully put out of their misery by our forces. Although this would have been unthinkable before the collapse, our shortage of medical personnel made it a necessity. We simply could not afford. Ned went to the punch bowl and poured another round of punch for us. He appeared to be having a hard time picking them all up at once, fiddling with them before we got them. We sipped and I noted the smell of alcohol, and quickly asked, "Did you spike these with booze? You aren't old enough to buy it." He laughed, "I can't buy it, no, but my dad makes it, so I snatched a jar of the brew for myself, and am sharing it with you all." The glint in his eye should have told me that was not the whole.