At least they left me a box.I tore open the cereal and started to munch. I noticed that it was a little more crunchy than usual. I flipped the box ove... and saw the expiration date on the bottom was June 1992. It was only five months past the due date, not bad! I was used to cereal that was over twelve months expired.After a few bites of cereal, my shop mates and I heard the sounds of two men screaming from the direction of the Quarterdeck. We all got up and stuck our heads out the 11-Alpha shop. “I’m trying to have a big squirt of my own over here and you keep distracting me.”“Gosh, Wally,” Beaver said, turning over on one side and resting his head on his hand. “Are you pulling on that thing again?”Wally threw the catcher’s mitt down on the floor and sat up. “Well I was until you started blabbing away over there.”“So what do you get out of doing that?” Beaver said, wrinkling his nose up. “Does it, like, help your pitching arm or something?”“Heck no, Beaver,” Wally said, tucking his. Mike is my boyfriend, whose sweetness always leads him to tell me how pretty I look, regardless of how I feel. Obviously he is blinded by love because this particular look was not what anyone would call “attractive”. Pushing these thoughts aside, I eagerly ran the water and stepped under the freezing spray. Ten minutes later, I wrapped myself in a towel and let my hair drip a puddle onto the bathroom tiles. I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of laziness settled in my every limb. Most mornings. I was... well, I was masturbating.”“Yes, I saw. That’s not what I was asking about. I want to know why you were wearing my stuff. And what’s with the cigarettes? You don’t smoke.”“I...like cigarettes. The taste and the feel, while I’m...you know.”“Okay. And my clothes?”“I like to dress in women’s clothes. At least the lingerie. I don’t know why.”“That’s also obvious. My question is why my lingerie?”“They were available.”“Not a good excuse, Jack. You know I have rules around here. I’m not.