A group of three scantily clad girls, giggling, and talking passed him on the opposite slide belt as he approached the hospital.He had seen them befor... at School; they were in a different class, but of the same age. They were the daughters of researchers or technicians and had been on Green Hell at least a year or so and yet Roy was certain none of them had ever taken a flier ride to see what was out there. Probably haven’t even been to the top observation platform of the city. Their dresses. At dinner they talked a lot and he learned that she came from a very sheltered life and was very innocent. He liked that a lot. When he drove her back to her apartment he kissed her hard trading tongues but no further. He then began taking her to dinner almost every night setting her up. She even invited him in to her small home. After he had dated her a couple weeks he stepped up the kissing. He began kissing her deep and running his hands over her back and soon under her shirt and over her. Men don’t hug and flatter each other. They tease and insult each other, but within certain boundaries. None of them would say anything truly bad about each other’s wives or mothers, but they will make references and they expect other men to do the same. It’s much worse when we ladies aren’t present. They found out that Steve can give as well as he gets. He’s a man like them, and they’ve accepted him.’ A short while later, one of the groomsmen asked Steve about Afghanistan. ‘That was you with. "Perfect." Elspeth nodded, with a broad smirk for Marcus' obvious scowl. "Don't look like that, this was all your idea." I know." He acknowledged, with a nod, not dropping the frown. "I just need to get it all out of my system before we meet up. I don't want to spoil this." Marcus... what is this all about?" Brianna sat forward, quizzing him gently. "Why so much concern about this?" Last time we actually went out anywhere it didn't end well." He explained. "Somebody spiked her drink, she got....