What’s going on? What are you doing here? Are you okay?’ ‘Am I okay?’ I echoed sarcastically. ‘Okay? Sure, I’m fine, Drew. Never better. A...d how are you? Have a nice evening, did we?’ ‘Jesus.’ I felt rather than saw him shake his head. ‘You’re drunk.’ ‘I’m not drunk!’ ‘You bloody well are. I can smell it on you. You’re four sheets to the fucking wind!’ ‘I am not bloody drunk, okay?’ I growled, wrenching myself out of his arms. ‘If you must know, I came here to bring you your fucking jacket, you. Of course there will be times dear Alison when you won’t be quite so productive, when you’re pregnant for example, as obviously you can’t take all those cocks depositing their potent loads of sperm inside you, without getting caught now and again, but as soon as you give birth and provide this fine establishment with yet another extremely lucrative source of income from the ‘no questions asked’ sale of the your resulting off-spring, you will soon after find that you’ll be considered suitable. He even got the Commander to agree to give them a close proximity to the coming experience for those who might go to the academies. That lead to two hours of rigorous training, where for the first time the Commander became a hard task master who could not be pleased.They did PT, then weapons inspections, and drill and ceremony, all under the watch of a very demanding Commander, who was screaming at them, making them make mistakes, and then dressing them down for those mistakes. When it was. ‘Why thank you.’ replied Noella, feeling a little embarrassed, a flush of red filled her cheeks. ‘Now we had better pour you a glass of bubbles.’ offered Julia. ‘Yes please.’ responded Noella. Julia opened the fridge and removed an open bottle of Veuve Clicquot. From the freezer she grabbed a chilled crystal champagne flute and gently trickled the French nectar slowly into the glass, showing the skill gained from pouring many glasses of champagne. She filled the glass three quarters full and.