My head was pounding, I felt like there was a chisel lodged in my brain, and my usual hangover remedies weren’t scratching it.“We’re never doing...that again,” I complained, and Vi huffed at me with amusement. I had slept for hours, the venom was not without its side effects apparently. The bite wounds had closed quickly and were now merely small, red punctures, but the bruises were sore. As much as I complained, the barely-remembered haze of mind-blowing pleasure had been the best I had felt in. She heard the sound of the door opening and closing. She also heard what appeared to be the sound of someone else getting into the car. Here she was, laying on her back, her legs wide open, panties completely off and her dress pushed up to her waist! She was just coming down off her high, when she felt what appeared to be a new set of hands touching her. This set of hands pulled the top of her dress down until her breasts were exposed. She felt someone’s mouth gently nibbling on her neck and. " Fuckin aye," put in Winters, another of the new assigns from the last training class. He had been a dip-hoe in Eden before the revolution and was now the squad's medic. "And you gotta hand it to those guys that went out in those ships to hit them. That takes some balls. I thought joining the special forces was nuts. They're actually out there in deep space going up against the goddamn navy." And kicking ass too," said Matza. "They've already knocked out about sixty thousand of the OPFOR. And. We were sort of outsiders because my mom had no man domiciled in the apartment and she spoke with a high-class tone due to being raised in a convent by French sisters with very strict rules on grammar and etiquette. My sister and I spoke in the "lingua franka" of any neighborhood in which we found ourselves situated.I was, of course, a good little altar boy and a favorite of the priests, brothers and sisters of the parish. However, when my mother's deficiency in spousal distribution was common.