"Thank you," she said. "Thank you for truly being here. I so wanted to believe it was you. But I feared that it would be a trap and I didn't want to g...ve you away."I faded back in and she left Alice to hug me instead. She kissed my cheek and pulled back again. "Thank you for testing me. You don't know how important it is that I don't fail. You think you do, but you don't, you can't. Please, test me, test me often, keep me sure."I didn't know what to say, so I put shirts on both of them and. Sally meekly allowed therole reversal enjoying the abdication of power to Karen. Later, after cleaning up and undressing, Sally found herself in one ofKaren's nightdresses and sharing Karen's bed."Thanks for tonight, I do hope you weren't too embarrassed." No, it was different, very different. I'm sure I still prefer girls." I'm pleased to hear that."The feeling of the sheer material excited them both and they spent thenight re-discovering Mark's masculine side. --------------------------The. "Reluctantly he nodded agreement. "Okay, what do you suggest?"I suggest we get the hell out of this beast and flag someone down and have him or her give us a lift to the nearest car dealership. That way I can buy us a car and we will be on our way." There's a truck stop up there on the right," the driver said, "I'm pulling in there. The lady makes sense."They all got out as soon as the car stopped and the driver popped the door latches from the front seat. They slammed the doors shut and walked. Instead, they are an inconvenience to be kept at bay by an extra layer or two. Drills become a chore, rather than a sacred duty. For a missileer, your enemy is not a thermonuclear warhead, but boredom. There is no battlefield upon which one might find honor, no flesh and blood enemy to kill for the Motherland. There is only interminable waiting. Isolated from prying officers, missileers often find themselves with relaxed discipline. And it was through this combination of license and boredom.