Who am I, I hear you ask?My name is Charlotte and I’m what they call a Switch. I’m also bisexual, which gives me the best of both worlds. And beli...ve me, I adore both cock and cunt, which makes me one lucky bitch!Mostly, I like to be in charge. Not the hard-core BDSM sort of in-charge – I like to think I’m more subtle than that - but more what I would call the “art of seductive domination” in-charge, which I find immensely stimulating, and satisfying beyond words.But since I moved in with Peter. The plants that struggled to grow in the messy aftermath of staged conflicts and the animals not slaughtered in the artillery cross-fire were entirely abandoned to their own devices.There wasn't much that the soldiers under the colonel's command knew about the mission. She'd been ordered to keep it as much a secret as possible. All the soldiers knew was that they would be travelling into deep space and that there was an unspecified and even mysterious risk that might require a military. He was seething. He walk to the parking lot, climbed on his bike, and drove home. That's where his mother found him."Paul. What's the matter?" That idiot, that ridiculous excuse for a teacher gave me a zero on a test because she said I cheated." What did you say to her?" Nothing; I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my temper. I came home. Mom, with all the bad grades she has given me, a zero will give me and F for the course and I won't graduate." Ann called me. You weren't at school and she was. ” I pulled out my earbuds and stood up, shoes almost slipping in the glistening pool of sweat that had formed beneath the machine. “I’m sorry.” I gasped between words, my body still burning oxygen from the race. “I left the place in a bit of a mess...”I felt a bead of sweat slide down my bare chest. As it dripped I thought I glimpsed Violet’s eyes following its trail, but when I looked back her eyes were on mine. I dismissed it as wishful thinking. Last night had really screwed with my.