"Well open it," she said, gesturing towards the door.There were important questions I felt I had to ask before I went offwith Fran?oise that I wasn't ...etting the chance to ask. The most crucialwas whether or not she knew I was not a real girl. It looked like I wasnot going to have a chance to ask, she I realise I just had to go withthe flow.As I opened the door, Fran?oise let out a gasp."Oh my dear, you look wonderful," she said, greeting me with a hug and akiss on both cheeks."And so do you,". And by the time that she made her way to me she was breathing so hard that she had to hold herself up wither shovel. Turns out that she wanted me to wait right there after I had finished up shoveling the walkway to the front door. And she watched as I was doing so as if she was supervisor at work or whatever, when I was done, I walked down and held out my shovel as if to signal her that was done and that I was ready whatever she wanted and that is when she signaled me to wait right there. While. But I moaned. And it encouraged him. A lot! Before I could say 'go away stupid human' he rammed his big human tongue right up my butt! "Ooh!" See! Humans made ass-fucking journeys! I was sure of it, now. I certainly didn't do anything to encourage it that I was aware of. The man had talent, though. And a huge tongue. He was kneeling there in the forest, me bent over and holding my skirts up, ramming his tongue in and out of my ass, slurping loudly. I couldn't take any more. I started to put a. At 1800 hours we will have a memorial service for the fallen."I was one of the first questioned. The questions went on and on and on. No, I didn't know what happened—I was gone most of the day and the entire night. The police investigator asked me a lot of questions because, aside from Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders, I knew more about those dead boys than anybody else at Mackie. I had missed breakfast. At lunch, the investigator gobbled down a sandwich and guzzled coffee. I didn't even get.