.. the pain... the helplessness... strangling... forever... As she thinks about it, she feels herself get excited — but also fear. She knows it will...hurt an awful lot. Maybe she should cancel this... She's almost ready to turn her head and tell him she's changed her mind, when... Thwap! fwap! fwap! The trap door falls from under her and bounces a few times. She gasps as she starts to fall, but no noise comes out — the rope jerks tight around her neck and the room appears to tilt as the knot. No more lifts to school for her. Needless to say, she was very welcome. All of us guys were vying for her attention for the first few weeks. My friend Matt seemed to get on very well with her as they were a year above everyone else.In the evening, after school, the guys used to cycle home together. One day after arriving home I saw Sinead cycle up past my house on her way home. She was roughly 15 minutes after me on the cycle home. I began to create the makings of a dastardly plan. Our bungalow. Strong, yet soft, clean and natural. My eyes left her for a second and looked at Linda’s alarm clock. 3:40. ‘Oh shit, I missed my class!’ ‘Really?’ Linda asked twisting beneath me to look at the clock. ‘Sorry.’ ‘I’m not.’ I said leaning over to kiss her. ‘What time do you have to be at the bus station?’ ‘They said around five. But I need to shower.’ ‘So we don’t have time for more?’ I asked cupping her pillowy breasts and tweaking the full tips of her conical nipples. ‘Mmmmm … you could shower. I simply fell back on the Top-Secret aspect and told people that I had sworn an oath and simply never budged from that point. From everything I had learned over the years, the Army had sunk this in the deepest vault they could find; it had not been the U.S. Army’s finest hour. Aside from the brass, though, who knew about it?There were probably about a thousand soldiers and officers from the battalion task force who knew something about the mission, but while they would certainly talk about it.