" When I caught Christa's attention," Zach said, "it was because I was an asshole. No, don't deny it, you know it's true. I was an asshole. And Christ... liked that about me. She liked that about Mark Spencer too, only he turned out to be asshole all the way though, whereas I had a chewy-nougat Nice Guy center to me. But if I'd been Nice Guy all the way through, or asshole all the way through, Christa would be off in Springfield somewhere, happily dating some guy who's smarter than me, and I'd be. You should be shouting 'treason.' You're not." I've heard those arguments before." But you didn't recognize the story about the singing horse," I smirked. "I know very little. For example, Colonel Ney sent me here to discuss extractions with you. Who do you want to extract?" Why should I tell you now?" Mary huffed. "You could be one of them."Mary's face clouded over and she stared off in the distance, that 'thousand yard stare' common to combat veterans and Confederacy human citizens who are in. She walked over and grabbed the small waste basket from the corner near where I was standing. She planted it in the middle of the room and placed a leg on either side of it. Standing directly over the waste basket she started to rub her pussy as she closed her eyes and moaned. Then she started fingering her pussy until I could hear it get sloppy wet again. She stopped just before she made herself cum and placed a hand on either thigh. She squatted just a little more and looked between her legs.. ”What? Painful? Had we tried some hard s/m stuff with me on the receiving side? And I had just foolishly proposed to do it again? Apart from my headache I seemed to be unharmed, but these things might be done without lasting damage.“No, not really.” Well, the only manly thing to say, right? I just hoped I hadn´t held the nails while she learned how to use a hammer last night.“Okay, today it´s my turn. You started last night and it was marvelous, just a dream.” Seriously? Something I had done.