“You are a good man. You will find your way.”“Thank you, I need to hear that.”He looked at Carla. “I see wisdom in you. You, too, will find ...our way.”Carla smiled and didn't say anything at first, but then took a deep breath. “I hope so. I'm working on it.”I was surprised to hear him mention her wisdom but sensed he was right and that I was in the process of discovering the real Carla.When we stood outside by my truck, I looked at his old trailer and the blue awning. I looked out at the desert. My VP put on robe and then kissed me, and went to the lounge room and sat down on the sofa. He turned on the TV and relaxed. I in the mean time went and put on, a pink tank top and my flower patterned girlie boxer. I brushed my teeth and then rested on top our bed. Falling asleep briefly, before deciding it was time for bed. I had removed my top and was sound asleep under the covers. Some Time Past… An hour or so later, My VP came into our bedroom. I was barely conscious and drifting from. I watched as it gaped, and the next long log came snaking out and coiling up on the soles of Your feet. You leaned forward and raised one foot up in the air, and commanded me to kiss the pile of shit laying on it. As I did, You pushed Your foot right up against my mouth, holding it there, smearing it on my face, forcing me to consume everything on it. "Eat it, bitch! That's right, hungry boy. There's lots for you today! You chew that nice and slow. That's right, take your time... Now swallow.". You are planning to challenge someone who has bent over backward to keep you on the unit. As I mentioned a few minutes ago, it would be simpler to let your challenge proceed. There is little paperwork to a challenge in the ring. Are you ready for certain death, Lieutenant?”“Sir, I didn’t challenge her...”“I am told that you are going to challenge her to a duel in the ring.”“Camp is lying. Besides, I was just pissed at the way she was treating me. I should be the Command pilot, not Camp.”“Who.