Entering the room, he found the young lad sitting up and carefully sipping some tepid water through a straw.He introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Chairma... Hedron," and sat down. "I have a few questions, if you don't mind some conversation." Name's Barley," the young man said, his voice sounding a little raspy. "Lieutenant, Confederate Army."The Chairman grinned. "Name, rank and number, huh?" He laughed. "Those days are gone, son. We're trying to salvage what's left of humanity, now. So why don't. Jess sat down on the couch.“So?” Jess said.“He took my call, I went to see him, and I made it right,” Emma said, all in one breath.“How?” Jess asked, eyes narrowed.“Uh, he, uh, screwed me in the butt,” Emma said. That admission made her blush. Jess’ eyebrows raised in surprise.“Did he now? And you were ok with that?”“Yes,” Emma said. “Actually, he got a case of cold feet and I had to encourage him to go through with it. Because you were right. Completely right. I was wrong. He said he would. You tense slightly then relax as you feel my hands on your shoulders. I gently rub across and down your back and you feel the warm oil as I dribble it lightly down your spine, a small puddle forming in those cute little dimples near the small of your back. I cup the oil in my hands and begin a rhythmic glide up and across your shoulders and back down along your sides. I can feel the tension starting to ebb from your body as I increase the rhythm of my strokes…down to the tops of your panties –. Dustin and his buds, our mgrs tag along with us. I tell the four they can have anything they want, and Kelso and Petroni join us. I was really hoping now to be let out of 'lockdown', now that regular season was over. They said we would talk about it later tonight—back at the house. Thanksgiving break is just next week, so I was looking forward to a long weekend of partying. I need some action---and funds were getting low. Back at the house, we pop some beers, and basically settle down for some.