A lot of the time, the girls don’t even have the courtesy to offer that much. But I guess those are the breaks when you’re packing over a foot of ...eat in your jockeys. Not to say that it’s like that all the time, since there have been a few times when a girl was brave enough to give it a shot, and even though several of those that have tried weren’t able to finish, since it was just hurting them more than anything else, and I refuse to keep going when I’m hurting a chick, there have been a few. “Aww Claire!” He cooed, “Don’t you trust me?” I looked up into his swimming pool blue eyes searching for some sign. “Sure I do, it’s just not like you to be so upfront.” I muttered. All of a sudden we were outside by the parking lot. I had butterflies in my stomach. Maybe the rumours had all been true... What was I getting myself into? We reached the bike shed. It was unused and aging badly. “The bike sheds? Come on Scott, are you serious?” I joked. His hands grabbed hold of me around my waist.. What are you going to do about it, Sir?' she said sarcastically.'Well there is a few things i would like to do to you but......' he stopped mid sentence.'But what Sir?' Nica leaned forward on the desk flashing her cleavage.'Nothing Nica. Forget i said anything. I didn't mean anything' he stammered.'Oh but Sir i think you did mean something. I think you want to bend me over this desk and spank me till i scream, maybe more than that? Maybe get me on my knee's under your desk and blow you while. Yet, despite all, even she couldn't stop a major crisis from engulfing her country. Five months after Dean was sworn into office, a major domestic terrorist group known as MASK sent troops from all over the world to the US. Dean mobilized the military and declared war on the organization, the first war fought on American soil. Unfortunately, MASK possessed advanced technology, and their enigmatic leader, Warmaster, was a tactical genius who was seemingly uncapturable. Almost every battle ended.