I need sex too. I’ve been with a few guys, but it’s not enough. And I have no interest in becoming the school slut. I need to be sexual and I just...need sex. I’m pretty sure I got that from you, not Mom.”“I’d be pretty sure of that too.”“So, I guess you liked seeing me, huh? Did seeing my body do that to you?” She gestured toward her father’s crotch. He turned a little red as he nodded. “Well, Dad ... How about I take my towel off and you take it out again? You don’t have to buy me anything. I. "I," He hesitated, and gently wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Sergeant Mel, she explained it better than I can. She said we need to 'start as we mean to go on.' It was the day before yesterday." He waved at the window, his arm silhouetted against the blinds. The moaning of the dead had faded, but there were occasional far away gunshots and the sounds of shuffling feet. "What's happening out there changed everything, and some people will do anything they want because they think. So the class is filledwith literary geeks like me, who take it the first year they can get in,and upper-class sissies, who need the credit to graduate. It's a prettyclear line right down the middle of the classroom. Bored apprenti-lassesand damsels by the window, geeky 'lit' gurls from my year, on the otherside. We are halfway into the 'Great Gadsby.' This is the uneditedversion. I know that most of our books are edited to make the 'male'protagonist female, and the female into a sissy, so. "I am a good jumper." How good?"I walked through the building front doors and up to the reception area."Hello, sir," the girl behind the desk said."You're pretty," I told her."Focus!" Elis whispered. "Two goons on the left."Somebody must have warned the guards about trouble. They came in with tonfas on their arms. One of them went for a forearm to my head; I punched the tonfa hard enough to break it and his arm. The other guy punched me in the face with the tip of his weapon. I grabbed the.