She could not bring herself to tell Holly the truth. That she was the one that had set her up to be raped and blackmailed.“Have you been forced to p...ostitute?” Holly asked.“No. Not like you, yet, anyway. I’m being forced to spend time at their condo where they both use me regularly. I guess you could say that I’m their own personal prostitute,” Debra said.“You said months. The baby. Is it Darrin’s?” Holly asked.“No! It’s not my husband’s baby. Either Leo or Floyd impregnated me. The baby is one. “If you’d sent the pictures to your coach because you’re cheer captain, I would understand. But you did it because you dislike Destiny. I’ve played ball with some players that I couldn’t stand, but I’ve never turned them in unless they’d harmed someone. Most recently was Mike for what he did to Mona,” I said, to give her an example.I turned again to face Destiny.“Did you mean what you said on the date? Or were you just telling me what I wanted to hear?” I asked.“Yes, I meant it until I got. Molly skipped along happily to the door, for the secure mess, humming something I couldn’t quite make out.That is the first time I have even heard her make any musical sounds at all. She doesn’t even sing to the radio when it is a song she obviously likes. The most I have seen her do is a small bit of movement with the beat.At the door there were two armed MPs waiting for us. Once we showed him our dependent ID cards, they let us right in. Neither of them asked for any other ID. When we went. Alas, no confetti, but my Crocs bonded with the half-dried semen-coated linoleum as if held down by Gorilla glue. With supreme effort, I freed one foot, then the other. In less than twenty minutes, I branched-off into a dark alley, extending from Cum Corridor, where fresher spunk deposits aided my progress. After a close call with the mop bucket, I headed for a hushed group of gentlemen at the apparent ‘hub’ of the operation.A few fleshy turtles retreated bashfully as I approached my potential.