I found her sitting on a bench beneath a streetlamp on campus. Very noir, if you ask me. She had her head in her hands, those streaked locks curtainin... her face. I couldn’t tell much else about her from the distinct bagginess of her clothing. It wasn’t due to ill-fit of the garments. On the contrary, they were baggy on purpose, more for comfort than anything else. How on earth I recognized her was beyond me. She was so different from back then, bent over like someone had destroyed any happy. I got up and spent the next two days rebuilding my relationship with Sally. Not that she was more important, it was simply that I knew where she was. During that time, in the backs of both our minds, was the notable absence of Nicole. It was amazing how much a part of our relationship she had become. In fact, we both wondered if we could have a relationship without her. We found out in those two days that we could but that it wasn't the same. We both understood it was better with her.After two. I shut the door, rounded the corner and sat down at my desk. I half faced Liv and turned on my computer for something to do. “Kinda warm tonight,” Liv commented. She leaned forward in her chair and began to unbutton the red, long sleeve work shirt our company made supervisors wear. “I can turn up the air,” I offered, though the office felt plenty cool to me. I tried not to stare as the baggy red shirt opened. “That’s okay,” she said, slipping out of the shirt and twisting to hang. The fingers would move in and out and all around the inside. All of a sudden they were gone, and Rebecca started to close her mouth."Not so fast, open very wide, I have to check your throat to make sure that you do not have any d**gs hidden in your stomach attached to a string in your throat," the Commander said. "Try to relax your throat muscles and not gag on my fingers". "I know it will be hard but you have to do it, or I will force your mouth open with a clamp"."Please, don't do that, I am.