The last thing that went through his mind before the lights went out was what Onko from his last scout team had told him after their last drill: he wa... growing soft.Ethan opened his eyes to a room filled with darkness, except for a narrow slit of light seeping under the door. The air was stale and damp; it smelled of oil and rust. Ethan's eyes adjusted to the dim light and looked around. He could barely make out the rough edges of crates, vanes and pipes pouring out from the wall next to the. ”“You recognized me?” C.J. asked curiously.“I’m one of the students on the committee that is co-sponsoring the debate tomorrow,” Ainsley went on. “In fact I’m on the show. I was here with some friends and saw you when we were leaving. I didn’t want to pass up the chance to meet you.”“I didn’t know that the Agency had sent a picture along with their acceptance letter,” C.J. commented.“Oh they didn’t,” Ainsley replied. “I remember you from College.”“I went to Berkeley,” C.J. said a little. I slid my hand down and found I was wet. I didn’t want my hand to go back up, so I stroked my pussy very gently as I watched. The girl covered Chelsea as she licked every part of her breast. Chels’ moans were getting louder and her hand reached underneath to grab the girls breasts. The girl responded by sucking one of her nipples. “Oh Jade, that’s amazing! Don’t stop!” Chelsea seemed to grab harder and move her hand around. She was still drunk. The mystery girl, Jade, seemed to smile at that. Anderson wouldn't let him build more shelves. She also wouldn't let him leave them lying about. After I knew father was stealing books I asked Mr. Anderson about the books in the basement. He then took me down and showed me the stacks in the basement. He told me he kept them lying flat in stacks and unboxed so that he could retrieve a book if he decided to read it. I don't think Mr. Anderson ever brought a book back up from the basement once he put it down there though. Father must have known.