Denny noticed and smiled to himself.Denny grabbed up the phone and dialed home. "Hi Hon, I'm all right," he started. Then he yelled, "Hey, stupid, giv... the phone back to my wife. I'll talk to you later."Dave hurried over, "What's up?" Since we live on base, they have my wife under arrest over the toxic waste we reported. Some admiral from D.C. is in my house throwing his weight around." Give me the phone," Dana ordered. "Who is on the other end of the line?" she asked."This is Admiral William. And Desi was working weekends with them in Kentucky. That left us with Brittany’s house Saturday afternoon. The only thing it lacked was privacy with her mother, father, two sisters and grandmother constantly coming through.“You know, I don’t mind if you all come over to my house to study on Saturday,” Nanette said. “Just because I’m not in school doesn’t mean I don’t want to hang out.”“Nan, we just didn’t want to make assumptions about your home when this is such a high school kind of thing,”. .. well, according to Grandad that is. He had retired as a Monitor. Ranks were simple: they went up from Trooper, to Specialist, Junior Monitor, Monitor and then Senior Monitor, for the enlisted ranks. Officers began as Cadets (who were not allowed to order anyone around, not even a Trooper) then, after basic, progressed as Tribunes, Optios, Prefects, sub-Commanders (the rank where specialists usually resided), Commanders, Senior Commanders, Marshalls and High Marshall. Imperial Ground Forces. "Abby was still in a fog. Part of her was this teenage hooker but partof her was still the high school cheerleader in an upscale community.She didn't understand what was happening to her. She was horrified thatshe was a whore and would spend the next who knows how many months as ahooker turning tricks over and over each day. Her best friend was now awhore and maybe even her lover.Inside, Abby was crying but on the outside, she reached up with herhands and cupped Alicia's face. She brought it to.