It was his joining the group, and Jason and Kyle's attempts to outdo him, that had brought the studs down. For him, the court reserved their ultimate...censure. He was sent to the testing labs where they were testing the "gay bomb" - a chemical weapon that would make troops sexually irresistable to each other. They needed guinea pigs, targets for the volunteers sexual energy and their post-lust rage. The hapless stud would spend months, maybe years, buck naked with "#32" inked on his chest. " You're on top of this. You're great at this memorization shit," she spat at me."Dawn ... calm down. It's not like you to curse this much."Dawn rolled her eyes and smirked at me. "Not true." The waggle in her eyebrows made the sexual innuendo clear."Well I'm not around to hear those much anymore," I drawled.Dawn giggled and I chuckled. And then Dawn sighed and hung her head forward, reaching back with her right hand to rub the sore muscles in her neck."I got that," I said and moved her hands. .. this. I'm sorry. I know we have a good thing together, but it would end up tearing us to pieces, and I don't want that."Forgive me. I just don't think – well, I know – this is not me. And I don't want it to become me. I don't want to be defined by any of this, or worry about how you will be damaged by something I did, or said, or what designer made my dress. I'm not cut out to be any nearer the center than the fringe, and that's where I'm happy."Now, before I cry, kiss me really good, and. " What are you talking about? I'm trying to sleep," he replied.Ezmerelda pulled an arm out of her bedding and reached towards her head."Stop," hissed Roman.She cracked an eye and stared at him across the still smoldering fire. Both of his eyes were opened wide and filled with nervous excitement."It's a Sykora." His voice was heavy with awe. "I never thought I'd actually see one. They are perfectly benign unless they are startled. Just hold still and it should leave. It's probably just looking.