It was the helmet camera views from when he had been observing the wargame, it seemed that they had never turned the function off. Those of Simmons an... Edwards were dark. They must be powered off, or perhaps they were in a backpack or facing a fall.Wherever Velez was, his view was active, but the window was currently too small for Jules to make much out. The Marine probably didn’t know that Jules was able to observe him, was it ethical to essentially spy on him?Jules considered for a moment,. .. but the other 99% enjoys every bit of it...with all this he still looks as manly and as charming as possible. His confidence is like an explosion after the nuclear bomb...literally streaming through me and almost pushing me off my feet. I guess that is where the saying "being swept of my feet" comes from. Suddenly I realize he is leading me away from the cafe. I slightly panic, but then realize that this is the man that my aunt chose for me. And a surge of relief passes through me. There is. I was the girl with ambition and drive, searching for clarity in the ambiguity of the life I was living and the world I was merely a grain of sand in. I was confident, and still am in ways that don’t seem to matter anymore. Where I lost it was in my ability to achieve… and to make good decisions. Don’t mistake me, this is not a story of a girl’s fall from grace. This is the recap upon realization that I did not fall, I pranced joyously, despite the bittersweet nature of the journey, into the. I sat up and gave the impression that I was reading whilst I was indeed searching the back of the heads of my fellows. As I scanned each boy, I detected a rhythmic motion and realised that at least six of my fellow classmates were using this period to quietly jerk off under their desks, to me, confirming that I was not the only one enjoying the pangs and thrills of advancing puberty. I wondered, if, like me, they too sought out quiet solitude to relieve themselves. On giving it some thought, it.