..” He paused looking up at me meaningfully. “I can assign you as a Commissar ... Political Officer’s aide.” I’d learned he’d taken the ch...nge from Commissar to “Zampolit” Deputy Political Officer hard; the massive loss of authority when the independent commissars had been subordinated to combat commanders as political officers had angered him to no end, and it appeared I could be a convenient outlet for that anger.I stared at him, trying to figure out what to do, what to say. His claim to have. Then, she had a long phone conversation with her former best friend Mabel down in Biloxi, Mississippi and the inveterate gossip-monger told her, “Some of those male Alzimer’s residents are about as naïve and pliable as alien robots and all they need is a little push in the right direction to get real thing right in your lap.”It set her devious mind to working and she toned down her objections to the proposed change drastically when the subject was brought up in family discussions. The family. "They had one last term. It's not held here at the school, but a nearby town. You can't see it from here, but there's a small town about three miles from here." And do we end up there, or start here, or what? How do they work it?" You show up here to get ready—" And dressed?" Of course, silly. A dance is a chance to dress up and look really pretty, at least for the girls. Guys are supposed to look handsome." Do they provide the clothes? Or do they have some way to bring them here?"She laughed.. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One strong hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward and pushing my breasts out. I felt a.