I know that sounds ridiculously specificbut, if I was going to play with his fantasy, I was going to go all in.Or at least what I thought was all in. ...nterestingly enough, when thathappened, he became very touchy-feely with me. Not that he groped me.Just that he held my hand, rubbed my arm, touched my leg.One day, we were going out to dinner. When he came to pick me up, Iwas wearing a blue sundress with little roses on it. It had spaghettistraps and fell below the knee. I never wore dresses. It had taken quite a while as they’d often had to wait until a traitor acted or at least received instructions to act before they could step in. In the end though they’d succeeded and Keltogalla now had good governance from its offices of state which eased the pressure upon its Archon to go back to the previous system.Hence Brianna also needed a break and we often just sat out in the shade enjoying the summer sunshine and putting our woes to rest. Or rather the ladies did. I had unfortunately. As I reached the door I saw Professor McDonald through the spy hole I gasped and put my back against the door sliding down to the floor. I could hear him asking people that were passing if they had seen me lately, he didn’t get anywhere asking people so left a package at the front door. I stood back up as he was walking away, I looked through the spy hole till I seen him leave then I went to the window and seen him getting into his car before I opened the door to get the package which turned. He’d do it, though. He knew he would. He’d do it because his Sergeant had asked him to and he owed his Sergeant and his Lieutenant more than he could ever repay.He knew, though, this lie was just one step too far. This lie was crossing his own personal line of morality. This lie he – a hardened Marine – would have nightmares about for a long time to come.“Bitches, right?” He said, willing his face into a smile before turning around. “Sometimes they just need to be fucked.”“I know, right?” Leo.