The day ends early and you are on the road before rush-hour, heading to your favorite watering hole for a couple of beers.Yeah. Deacon’s Monday was ...othing like that.Oh, it started out pretty well, he got up without hitting the snooze more than two or three times and made it out the door after only cutting himself shaving twice. Traffic sucked, but he really didn’t expect anything different, and even though he knew he was going to be late, he stopped to get a soggy breakfast sandwich and. They were all tall and powerfully built, and in her prone position, their shadows danced menacingly on the wall like guffawing dark angels.The one that had spoken stepped up and flicked on her lamp. The sudden light blinded her for a moment; she blinked and squinted, and then focused on her quickly approaching attackers. All wore masks over their eyes as if at a masquerade ball, and all wore black. One sweep of her eye told her that each one had a discernible bulge in his pants.Her breathing. It was still my intention to write the story to tease Kevin, and I had no conscious desire to actually suck his cock. I checked Monday night from the room and saw that the story had not yet been published, so I was looking forward to Tuesday night. It was hard to focus on teaching on Tuesday just thinking about my story possibly being published before evening. When we got back to the room after dinner I checked the story site. My story was published and I waited impatiently until Kevin checked. "Where are the rest, Mr. Shaw?" asked Igwanda."Still where they were, Colonel," came the reply. "No movement." Five of us, five of them," mused Igwanda aloud. "Tell me if another moves forward when Dr. Meiersdottir joins us."The two opposing groups remained still until, barely fifteen seconds later, the airlock began its cycle and Meiersdottir emerged onto the ramp. She quickly took in the scene and started to descend. As she did, Shaw's voice came again. "You were right, Colonel, another one.