It was over.If I'd ever had any doubts at all, after that incident in the classroom, they were laid to rest after I opened my school locker after my l...st class that day, and found a list of names that Queenie had stuffed through the locker's vent holes. It was a list of names, three columns wide. On the top, in Queenie's neat script were written the three headings ... Sucked ... Fucked ... Sucked & Fucked.There were three names in the Sucked column, only one name in the Fucked column, but in. You will proceed on or about 08:00, Four May, 2001 to assume Command of the Confederate States Ship Robert E. Lee on behalf of Norfolk Naval Shipyard for the purpose of overhaul, upgrade, and refurbishment." Lieutenant Commander Darnick handed the microphone to a yeoman, who kept the key depressed. He saluted Captain Lee. "Captain Lee, I relieve you." I stand relieved." Bob saluted back. The Yeoman unkeyed the microphone. The two officers shook hands, Bob saying, "Take good care of her for. She looked at me like she was trying to figure out a new animal that had wandered out of the rainforest. It looked like her little brother, but was oddly confident. Finally, she gave me a little half-smile and shrugged, taking the bottle she swigged some down and put it back in the fridge. “Ready?” she asked heading out the door.Donna set off jogging down the sidewalk. As I ran to catch up I watched her firm butt-cheeks flexing in her tight gray shorts. By the end of the block I had caught up. Should I let him in, or should I run upstairs and change, the doorknocker banging against door bought me to my senses. He had seen me so he knew I was here, was he from the school truancy department or worse still was he a policeman. The letterbox was pushed open again and the man spoke through the slot."Social Services lass, please open the door I know you are living on your own and we want to help you," he said.My mind raced trying to think of a good reason to tell him why I was dressed in.