"When a girl throws a drunk in the middle of the afternoon, she's asking for trouble. If you stay up tonight, you'll really feel like hell tomorrow." ... suppose you're right," Gayle agreed. She was already sobering up some and felt a little silly sitting there in her panties and nothing else."I'll give you some aspirin and you go on up early. You'll be in tip-top shape tomorrow, just wait and see."Gayle fell asleep almost as soon as she hit the bed. She had dreams, strange, half-crazy dreams. We would record it for later evaluation, when we weren’t potentially in danger.We would make good use of our remote antenna array and fire off some drones to go into lower orbit, whose job was to see if there were any directional signals being emitted, and to figure out where they might be pointed. At low orbit they could pretty quickly cover all the areas we were interested in and if the Sa’arm were trying to send signals in any particular direction, we’d pick that up. They weren’t very good. I knew my nipples were stiff, and my cock was throbbing again."Ah, Mr. Walker," Miss Mitchell, the vice principal who'd made me strip greeted me. "How are you doing today?" Oh, good afternoon, Miss Mitchell," I answered politely. "Better, thank you." You seem much more at ease this afternoon," she observed."Yes'm, I guess I am." I glanced down at myself, pinking up at the sight of my hardon pointing at her lewdly. "It's still pretty embarrassing. I wish I didn't get like this so easily." I. There were two more spools of line, their labels stating that there was 300 meters of 80 pound test line on each. The line already installed on the reel seemed to be the same. He pulled some of the line off, tying the end securely to one of his entrance poles, making sure the line would stay clear of the fire.After attaching the reel to his belt in the back, the brake adjusted to its lowest setting, he took down one of his reading torches from the wall, and with an extra unlit one stuck under.