Fuck her!She said to the air:"Bye."That was enough to wake Linda!The truth was that Carla was being a little unfair to Linda. When Linda quickly relea...ed Carla's hand, it was pure reflex. And she didn't introduce Carla for her friends simply because she didn't know how to. "Friend"? No fucking way! Carla was much more than that. But could she call Carla her "girlfriend"? Wouldn't Carla freak out? This was all new to her, and she didn't know how to act.But, once Carla threatened to leave,. While Anderson droned on about how far behind Private Leopold Gunter’s injuries were pushing his squad’s training schedule, Calix asked the base AI about the Lt’s history.“Any family members lost recently?” Calix sub-vocalized.“Both of the Lieutenant’s parents killed in an auto accident three years ago,” the AI replied.“Were they close?”“Unknown. The Lieutenant has pictures of them in his quarters.”“Thank you, Hermes,” Calix replied with a slight, uncomfortable twist of his neck.“I’m not. Get in line and you can be next.” Jayan couldn”t see much of the woman with the blanket over her. She didn”t look like a teenager, but he got a hard-on looking at her bare ass shaking as a classmate of his banged into her. Jayan was a virgin, and not proud of it. He was desperate to lose his virginity, but wondered if he would have the courage to fuck some slut in a roomful of other guys. He gulped down his beer, and moved closer to the action. The guy fucking her from behind finished and. Now, she sat in a wheel chair in a sunny window working on the back of the neck of the last sweater she would ever knit for her son Alexander. It was a complicated pattern, full of cables and texture, just how she liked her patterns to be. She no longer needed to consult the pattern, though, as she had been working on the sweater for so long that she had the pattern fairly well memorized. Instead, she sat thinking of her son as she knit, knitting a mother’s love into every stitch of the.