“Dylan was his name, but he was a player. I always had to go looking for him; he never came looking for me.” I asked what she did with Dylan. She ...aid “We fucked a lot.” What did you like about Dylan? K replied, “His muscular body and big cock!” So he made you cum a lot? She replied“Yea…I guess so…I wonder where he is today.” And she broke out in a big lascivious smile at the thought.“The DJ”, K said she once called a radio station and requested a song. She chatted with the DJ at the radio. Tom lookedup. There was a long pause as the two of them stared at each other. "Ahhh... weren't you doing that last night?" he inquired, pointingat the rather daringly cut black dress that Paul was wearing, and tryingto hide with his hands. It's not that small a dress, dummy, he thoughtto himself. He had a lot of makeup on too, Tom noted dimly. Paul took a deep breath. "Ahhhhhhh.... yeah. I, uh, I thought youwere going to a concert tonight?" Tom stood up, pissed all over. .. taller than their little boats. They cannot come up our sides if we choose to not let them!”“Sir, we have no weapons ... and they have the machine guns!”I hauled out my Glock and showed it to their shocked amazement. “We have weapons,” I retorted. But a .45 caliber semi-automatic is not a machine gun. He was right about that and what they had, or might have, outclassed anything I had available.On the other hand ... fire was a weapon—a decidedly deadly one, in fact.I’d had an idea. In one of. "Jessica and Jayne," stated Becky. "You are excused from morning lessonsas you have an appointment to see Kelly. Tomorrow at eleven, you willboth be seeing a speech therapist, to have your voices assessed." And there was me thinking being a girl would be easy," giggled Jessica.Jessica and I met Kelly in one of the larger classrooms. All the chairsand tables had been moved to one side, leaving a large area we could movearound in."Today is about deportment," said Kelly. "That is your posture.