”“Yes, Ma’am,” Charlie said.She was thinking that she’d look into it, and then let Betsy know what problems there were. She felt that she co...ld moderate Betsy’s enthusiasm a bit.Betsy said, “Tell Gary that it’s time to stockpile munitions and weapons.”“Yes, Ma’am,” Charlie said.With that last little order, Charlie realized that Betsy’s enthusiasm wasn’t going to be moderated. Betsy was preparing for war. That, at least, was something that Charlie understood all too well. You didn’t let things. “Sit your ass down,” he ordered.Richmond hesitated but sat down. “Stiles will track the car; I’m sending her to Morell.”“What?” Richmond exclaimed. “You can’t!”“It’s my fucking decision, who else would protect her?” he questioned. Richmond was pushing this, questioning his orders. Everybody else stood there trying to mask there shock.“He’s right, he knows he’s the only one who would give their life for hers, and he’d do anything and everything to keep her alive.” Noah Morell stepped in beside. “Yes,” I confessed.I’d never thought about labeling what Tommy and I were doing in terms of being gay or straight. It started as an unspoken exchange. I did things to pleasure him in order to get him to pleasure me. Somewhere along the line, I started to enjoy both sides but never told Tommy that. Now here I was on the verge of a spectacular orgasm confessing it to Alex.He stopped stroking my cock letting my body relax and bringing me back from the edge. I was lost in anticipation while he was. I just wish I wasn't so horny. My asshole ached for some depraved, anal fun.I whirled around and marched away. I passed Mrs. Umayyah, the Arab woman's huge, dusky tits almost falling out of her low-cut blouse. She still wore her headscarf, a mocking parody that she was still a “pure” Muslim wife.“Tomorrow,” I hissed at her. It was Pam and Lee's day tomorrow; Pam would understand and Lee wouldn't get a say.I stalked past the professor as she let out a groan of disappointment. I reached the.