We dine outside by the pool enjoying the cool, late spring evening. We talk about school, family gossip, food, and we even share a few beers. My grand...a and I have always been really close. I am the oldest grandson and share a different kind of bond with her. It gets to be pretty late at night when I realize I didn't bring a change of clothes. I tell my nana that I'll go to my house really quick and get some but she convinces me otherwise due to a recent spree of muggings in the neighbor hood.. She had always thought that she had more self-control than that, that she would never be unable to remember the events of a previous night. But no matter how hard she pushed her beleaguered brain, she couldn’t make it past that conversation with Natsumi — every attempt to reach beyond that resulted in a pulse of pain. She guessed she was turning into a regular shit-show after all. ‘I’m really sorry. I had way too much…’ ‘Don’t worry about it.’ Hayato shrugged. ‘I did the same to you a little. At that same moment, in a time zone five hours ahead of where Tribune Whitefeather was bugging out from, Major MacAllistor was supervising a much more routine type of extraction. And "routine" meant the Cattle Call.The wife of one of the volunteers, buck naked like the rest of the crowd, was busy tonguing a single mother while the volunteer tried the young lady's love tunnel. She was also playing with his scrotum. It didn't look like it would be long before he shot his load, and it didn't look. “I’m not too old for you to hang out with?”“That should be the furthest thing from your mind.”“Want to have sex then?”He tried to hide the surprise from his face.“Yeah.”She set down the beer and held out a hand. He took it and she led him across the floor to a door leading into her bedroom. It looked more like a hotel room than a bedroom. The walls were a dark wood color. The bed was high with a white comforter. When they reached the middle of the floor she turned to him and pressed herself.