. a good day for a maiming.I drove to the White Swan and parked near the fire exit door. It was 6.45 p.m. on the 12th of June; I was thirty eight year... old and now no longer a member of Her Majesty's armed forces, merely another ex-squaddie.For reasons, which may seem obvious, I do not celebrate my birthday. Well, not since my 18th, which I 'celebrated' by killing an Argentinian marine about the same age as me. However, today was different, as I intended commemorating this particular. Joe slipped out and got them two beers. Joe drank half of his in one long gulp and leaned back against her parent's bed."Oh, man, I feel so wired. But it's great," Val said. "My whole face feels numb!"Joe giggled, and told her that was par for the course. "My face feels that way too, for that matter, so do my teeth." Any more coke?" she asked hopefully."Sorry, it's all gone, right up our noses." What if we put it on our..." Genitals?" Yeah!" Don't know, but it must be a positive thing. That. I was counting the days down until the end of the year. Really! I had a little tally sheet over my desk. Brad had no idea what it was, but each day I'd cross off on square so I could mark my progress toward getting away from Brad.Then, in the middle of the spring term, Brad's girlfriend dumped him. She dumped him hard. In my mind, I cheered her on, thinking she'd seen what a crass jerk he was and that was why she'd broken up. But Brad was so busted up that he couldn't even bring himself to date. One hour later, Terry was at the suite door. Bags packed with herstuff and Shannon's meager possessions.Kisses.Welcomes.Terry moved in.Moved her bags in.Then moved her clothes off.Then moved Shannon into the shower. Where they soaped and rubbed andkissed and grunted and stroked and poked and shot their wet balljuicesall over each other.It was going to be the funnest suite in the hotel for sure.Shannon and Terry skipped their classes that day, but vowed to get backto that part of their lives.