She tried a few more times, but nothing. She wipes a few beads of sweat off her brow when she hears a man call out…. “Could you use some help with...that?”It was her neighbor Ben. He just got back from a run. He was pretty fit even if he was a bit older than her. “That would be great” she responded. Ben lived to the right of Ellie and Jason. From what they observed, he lived alone and worked from home. They would see him work in the yard or going for a run, but he was always alone. He was such a. " Being me, I said "no problem". We stopped and she went in and came back out with a tall bottle of Sailor Jerry's rum, one of the things I drink if I drink. I know this had come up in convos among our group, college students talk about partying often. Then as we left the liquor store she invited me to go to a local but not well known swimming hole in one of the cool mountain creeks that flowed off the plateau that the college was located on. I hesitated in answering and she waggled the bottle. As much as she liked the subservience of her subjects, she had a begrudging respect for the terrorist, currently holed up somewhere in her realm. He seemed to be the only person who wasn't scared of her no matter what tortures her trusty allies inflicted.She had been in her seat of Government and had had a thoroughly boring day. She would inflict pain on the terrorist, and as her carriage pulled up at the gates and then passed into the entrance she barked to a guard."Your majesty," a guard. I was lost in my work, deep in the long worksheet we had been assigned to do while the teacher was busy. I had pumped during lunch so I knew I had no milk-related worries. Just when I had almost lost all connection to the world outside my desk, I felt a tap on my shoulder. A girl, Mikayla, handed me a note and giggled. I took it from her and opened it.“What’s up with the breasts? Paper or plastic?” the note read. My bras were not stuffed and my breasts were certainly not filled with silicone. I.