Lon, Lisa, and the rest of the special forces squad spent the bulk of the next day right back on the hills they'd first climbed during the first day o... the WestHem landings. For more than eight hours they watched the final loading of the remaining APCs and tanks and artillery pieces and anti-air vehicles. They watched engineers and MPs and other troops walking around in the open, facilitating the process of all this loading. They watched thousands of combat troops — the battered survivors of. ... nice." Uhh... Like what?" I asked."An omelet would be nice," she replied."I don't know how to make an omelet." Well, I guess you better think of something," she teased, "if you want more playtime."She sipped her coffee as I used the good old internet on my phone. It took three tries but I delivered a good-looking omelet and some toast. She slowly ate it as I wolfed down the two I fucked up."That was very nice," she said, "now you can clean up."I looked at the pile of dishes and sighed. I went from terrified and turned on to embarrassed and bummed that he didn’t kiss me. I was used to getting to know people really well then never seeing or talking to them again. He got me a drink, I hadn’t specified and was nervous that he’d get me alcohol but he brought back a soda. I was relieved because I’d never drank a full cup of beer or anything else, but then I felt a little lame because I probably seemed young to him. But I was young, I was only eighteen and he must of just turned. He exited the classroom into a large stone hallway with round, vaulted ceilings. Among the ceiling were little orbs of light, magical of course; he knew that. He didn't know how they worked but he appreciated the fact that there was light in the school, considering they were underground. He turned and headed down the hallway, past arched doorways into various classrooms as he headed towards the living quarters. He walked along, head down, secretly eyeing the various students' flashy shows of.