Battery Four is back on-line. Time to impact on first salvo two minutes and counting." Civil Defense estimates we lost about a thousand people to that...transport bottleneck. Minor injuries outside the impact zone, but nothing serious." CIC reports impact on Bandit One, target destroyed. Impact on Bandit Two, but he's still moving. Backup missiles adjusting course to intercept. Impact in thirty seconds."Amy leaned back and waited quietly."Bandit Two destroyed. No other targets on any. We were killing time watching a DVD in the Guys' Room, waiting for some news from the parents. Even Donna - not the most sensitive of people watchers - had asked, "Why are you all acting so weird?"I answered, "Mom, Dad, Vanessa and Prof are having an important discussion. We're waiting to hear from them." What about?" It'd probably be best to wait to hear from them first. Sorry."We waited and worried some more. My phone finally rang at 9:05pm.Vanessa said, "It's still undecided. Your parents. When we entered the room and looked into our faces, he clicked off the TV with the remote and sat back. She led us directly in front of Tim and I saw him notice her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. I squeezed her hand and let go but I stayed at her side and waited. Tim looked at Mom, then me, and back to Mom.Mom slowly sank to her knees and I was right at her side. She sat back on her heels and I noticed she had her knees parted, not quite far enough but they were. She. I had to peel off all the latex and makeup, steam in the shower for half an hour to clear my pores of all the pollutants, and reapply my Deb look. Tom said he liked it at the game last week. I hope he still thinks so. I brushed my teeth and gargled about 20 times to get the butterscotch phlegm out of my throat. I put my new brown wig on, puffed up my curls, and dressed for a night on the town. Then I went downstairs, caught a cab, and was home by six-thirty. Tom was there to pick me up at seven.