She is in panties and an old shirt. Casey is wearing shorts. The laptop is playing a show off a popular streaming service.“I still say we should put...a television in here,” she says. “You know, since we’re not getting out of here anytime soon.”Casey frowns. “We will.”“When?”“I don’t know,” he says, his frown deepening.“I know something is holding you back,” she says kindly, and a bit knowingly. “Would you agree?” After a brief pause, Casey agrees. “Talk to me about it?” she presses. I am a. " Better get the guard into their positions," Rada suggested. "Not that we have anything that'll penetrate that thing." Huh?" George turned to look at her."See this spectrograph readout? Those composites up that end of the spectrum? That's some fancy armour. It looks like it's plated like a fucking porcupine." Weapons?" George asked."No way of telling from this distance. But, if you armour something like that, it's logical you'd put something on it to hit back at the enemy." Logical," George. She wore a pink bra under her sheer top showing off the size of her boobs. Deborah couldn’t believe a high schooler had breasts like that. She had always been sensitive about her own flat chest and felt a twinge of envy. Her breasts filled up the bra and were spilling out as you could see cleavage even through the top. She realized she was staring and glanced up. The teen model was looking at her with an inquisitive gaze and slight smile. Deborah looked away, embarrassed. The embarrassment kind. And I told him you were a widow...”“But then how’d he know about Mike?”“He doesn’t know about Mike. Mike’s name was never mentioned. I decided that you both carry around enough Afghanistan baggage, so he needed to know that the reason you’re a widow is because your husband was killed in Afghanistan, and that was it. Anything more has to come from you, but at this point I’m beginning to be sorry I ever talked to him.”They were silent for a few minutes and soon Emily pulled into the parking lot.