*sigh* just anotherTuesday, he thought. After 10 mins, the bus drove past the school. Hegot up, went to the front. "Um, Ms.Cartman, we passed the scho...l backthere." "It's ok hun, we're just taking a little detour." "Detour?" hesaid. Then, darkness.He awoke sometime later in a strange place. He felt a huge pain in hishead, but when he tried to move, he found he couldn't. He was bound insome wooden stocks, like in medieval times. He looked up and only nownoticed where he was. He was in the 'Wild. The Peon missile fire trickled off as the war-slaves peeled back, leap-frogging in parallel with the Cohort withdrawal. A few continued to shoot, keeping enough pressure to prevent the Legion from regaining their previous massed formations.John watched the Legionnaires collectively growl in frustration when they realized the Odmaarans were again perfectly staged behind another trench-and-wall fortification. As the separated Legion Companies began recombining, John’s count said their fight had. He has been working with the President and members of the Congress on items to be included in any surrender documents or treaty.”“We are working on surrender documents, sir, not a treaty,” Ken reminded him. “Treaties are made between Nations, and are not the province of Generals who only control armies.” Still we reviewed a number of suggestions from them on how to word the document and various provisions about the removal of forces, the condition of the remaining forts, and the timing for the. “Uh, I might actually be super into it.”He chuckled, raising a brow. “Might?” He let go of my face, instead knotting his hand into my ponytail. Our lips met in a soft, pillowy kiss.He pulled my head back, exposing my throat. He nibbled the side of my neck. Kisses overlapped with licking tongue.“Well, I suppose I could arrange for her to come back to see you,” he whispered. His breath tickled my earlobe.“Will you?”“Only because I love to watch you get fucked.” He kissed the tip of my nose, an.