“God, are you okay?”I touched the side of my forehead, feeling tacky blood all over it. “Goddammit.”She pulled some napkins off the counter an... began trying to clean up the cut, incidentally pressing my head against her chest. “How bad does it hurt?”No heterosexual male, with his head against Sheree’s incredible assets could really be said to actually be in pain. “I’ll be okay. It was a Glock, fucking things are plastic, it’s not like getting hit with a real gun.”She half towed me over to one. It was Wintsun and he also recognized me. For a brief moment it looked like as if he could not believe his eyes and I could have sworn I saw an expression of hatred flashing over his face, but I was certain I had misinterpreted whatever I thought I had seen. Wintsun was my friend after all.I made my friends stand at attention and snapped myself into the required pose and saluted the approaching Commander. “Midshipman Olafson and team reporting to Newport Academy, Sir.”Commander Becker inspected. Now it was getting interesting.The next question went to Greg, and when he got the answer wrong, even Mrs. Gibson looked disappointed. Then I got the next one correct, after checking my computations three times. Again Mrs. Gibson hiked up her skirt, this time to her waist, exposing her panty hose over white panties. She tugged the hose down her butt, slid them off of her legs, and off of her feet.Jim was next, and when he announced his answer, Mrs. Gibson gave us a big dirty grin, crossed her. And his legs are like toothpicks. Who the hell was this man in bed with my daughter-in-law?Pulling back quickly, I considered the alternatives: sneak back out, create a scene, or join the party. I'd had nothing to relieve me except my fingers and my magical buzzing toy since Joe had moved out to live with that little bitch, save an occasional evening with Betty next door, which wasn't all that great. Her body was ok, and she could really work her mouth, but there was no emotion. I was pretty.