Sally asked if she could crash at my apartment if it got too late, and since I’ve known her for years, and (my evil brain working overtime) knowing ...he was bi-sexual, I thought it might make for an interesting evening. I told her no problem, just knock, but not to make it too late. After Lanie and I got in, we small talked a bit, I helped her fold out the sofa bed, told her that “if” Sally stopped by, and added that she always asked, but usually never came by, just share the sofa bed with her. But it was only when I threatened to go to my home a hundred miles away because of the animosity that Katherine had caused, did my friend begrudgingly relent to accept the decision.“Maybe next year,” was offered as a compromise; Katherine snarled. I’d not seen her so angry before and only tying her to the bed, and setting her vibrators onto their highest settings as they trembled against her cunt did I get any sort of smile from my indignant lover.But fate smiled upon her; the event she was. I looked up at my friend. "Options?" Yeah ... you know abortion is an option," and she cleared her throat, "or adoption," she quickly added.I nodded. "I can't abort. I just can't." Well then ... adoption?"I felt my bottom lip tremble. "You know how easily I get attached to people."She gave me a sympathetic look. "Yeah I know. Sorry. I just don't know what else to advice."I sighed and kept thinking how stupid I'd been. I had let a night of passion get the best of me. I kept wondering how in the. "My dad used to be a lieutenant in the Royal Artillery, maybe he can help me weed out the wheat from the chaff. Give me an idea what might be useful and what might not." Why get that stuff?" Melissa butted in impatiently. "They're just thicko grunts. What do they know about it?" Some of them have a higher IQ than you do," Jack told her shortly. She glared at him but said nothing. "These grunts, as you so kindly call them, are high CAP, they're not just unintelligent morons sent out as cannon.