I think I'm going to have to go home." Really?" said Brian, not looking up from the menu. "You seem fine to me.Better company than usual, actually."(H... likes my company, thought Derek.)"No, I really do feel quite sick suddenly. Would you mind telling them atthe office it's an emergency? I don't have any appointments thisafternoon, so I'll just go straight home."Brian looked up from the menu. "You do look rather agitated. Off you gothen. Don't worry about the office, I'll explain it all."The. If we can trust your sources, she debarked with seconds to spare, ditching Brown.”“We are not sure if she ditched him or if this was part of an elaborate plan. We know Brown is not just a highly decorated marine, but one of the most successful RAvE agents. No one speaks much about them in the open, but those who do, speak with the highest respect of them. As you know, we are pretty sure he was after Martha while she was still a fugitive in Freespace.”“RAvE sounds like another one of these. The best part is the punishment of the loser. Let’s begin…I was once dating a chick who was pretty tall and we had a lot of arguments. She was a little tom-boyish in nature. She was around 5’10” and with a decent figure 32-30-34. We used to arm wrestle sometimes to settle arguments. One day she told me she had seen something on the Internet and wanted to try it. I asked her what was it about. She said it’s called mixed wrestling and the winner gets to punish the loser. She gave a wicked smile. My bra was off and twisted under my shirt. My panties were around my ankle, and I was dizzy, hot, and sweaty. I slowly started to get myself back together. I dressed slowly and made sure I was neat and presentable again. I stayed in the stall another few minutes, trying to cool down and get myself back together.I walked to the sink and put cool water on the back of my neck. All I wanted to do was go find Jamal, take him to a quiet spot, and let him ram me with that huge rod for ten minutes..