There are only four things to do over there – doing drugs, drinking, whoring, and reading. I’m not into drugs, drinking, or whoring. From an occup...tional hazards perspective, those are rather dangerous things for someone in military intelligence to do.“After eighteen months there, I had read everything we had in the base library. I just figured writing a novel would be a good way to pass a little time.”“You’re not the first soldier to pick up a pen and start writing a novel to pass the. In practice, thereis hardly any difference to me whether it means the doctors finallygetting my treatment plan right, the reality-warping energy beingsbecoming tired of bullying their poor guinea pig, or my soul gettingcleared for admission to Heaven. I don't know what I am supposed to doto earn my release, as nobody has given me a list of tasks to perform tocomplete my quest. I must simply adapt and live the life of thisfictional heroine, imagined and created by a man from another universe.All. She never openly said so much, she wasn’t brave enough, but I knew. Louise was like that though, she was the most cooler of us and would do all the best things, many of which I copied.Louise let some guy do her in the bum and so I had bum-sex with a guy too. Louise let another guy cum in her mouth and I soon gave that a go too. Not everything she did I did too, especially one thing. But that thing started something between us.When we were 14 and she had a two’s-up with a pair of guys. I didn’t. Even rinsing off the syrup from six plates, it was no arduous task. From there, they went out to the yard without anyone else around them to overhear.“Once, long ago,” she said, “when Bob was first married, I found how thin those walls are.” She started to pace. Charles matched her. “I don’t want Bob hearing me, hearing us.”“Okay. But it’s all right when you can hear him?”“When we can hear him, he is probably too busy to pay any attention to us.”“You’ve forgotten the singing day bed.” That had.