"She's fine. I was hoping she could stay with the girls while I came here but it just won't work. Unless I'm there it's painful for her to try and rem...in." I paused. "Rebecca, I can show her to you if you want. It will just be a memory of my time with her but I can give you that, no problem... but, are you sure you want to?"This was not how I had I foreseen this meeting going. It was clearly a painful subject for Rebecca. I could see the debate raging behind her eyes. Finally she answered, "I. ”“And since I don’t need a rubber, it would explain the used one in the bathroom trash.”A voice in her head screamed, 'No way! Are you fucking kidding me!'But she just laid there in stunned silence."Well this sucks," he said, sighing."Oh fuck," was all she could think of to say.“Look. I don’t like it, but what can I say? You could have at least done it on a day when you didn’t have me all you want, fuck Natasha, you damn beautiful little whore. Fuck.”Natasha slid off the bed, trying to think,. " Oh, sorry," I stuttered. "I just had a brain fart. I'm uhm ... Sasha's Dad. Mr. McCain, uhm. Lucas McCain. But you can just call me Luke." I extended my hand and she shook it warmly, and treated me to another one of those smiles. God Damn it, she should be selling those smiles."Sorry to call you here on such short notice," she said, smiling again. "I'm new here but the school takes parental involvement very seriously. Sasha is probably one of my brightest and friendliest students. And she's. The girls were in constant danger of discovery and punishment for their espionage efforts. They relayed requests to headquarters daily, hoping to rush the Fuzzy settlement where the Pussycat Club was situated and take 'their girls' (as they'd come to term them) out before anything happened. Headquarters was adamant that this not happen, but Colonel Philip Krauss was determined to go against orders to get those valiant ladies out alive if the distress signal ever came. The rest of his platoon ?.