It was still damp. This time he wiped away the cum from his crotch and then tossed the shirt to Sky so he might clean off his dick.He watched Sky and ...hen he was finished he asked, “You want me ta toss dat on the pile in da corner?”Sky looked at his undershirt and then tossed it to one side. Stone shrugged. He stepped over to where the soup cans from the night rested. He picked up a thermos and unscrewed the top. He poured coffee into each can and nestled the cans among the glowing coals.Sky. ‘‘The State Department requested five hundred. They are already assigned and on location or should be before the end of the day. There are seven hundred and fifty left according to the computer. You will have to check with Vicky, Ching Lee and Andy to see how many they are comfortable letting go,’’ Jenny said.‘‘Please add them to the call,’’ I said.‘‘General Johnson, how many did you want?’’ I asked.‘‘If the State Department felt they needed five hundred, we could take the same, splitting them. Mad." She tried to whisper low, so Sybil wouldn't hear. No longer did she love the woman, no longer did she desire to be touched by her. It was gone. It was all gone, washed from her mind. "She's using you," Gwen said with a quaking voice. "She's using you."Allen laughed and pressed the knife harder against her back."Liar," he yelled, snapping his teeth at her neck and biting her flesh viciously. "You're a cubit. A dirty whore." Very good, Allen. Very good."Sybil shrugged out of her blouse and. .. wha..." he gulped, he couldn't speak. His self awarenessexpanded, like horrid special effect on TV. He became acutely aware ofthe blue satin outfit he was wearing, it's smooth, clinging textureseeming to suddenly feel like a vice of hardened steel, his being seenlike this, a nightmare."Oh, oh, I don't want to be a girl!" he let out involuntarily.Robyn stopped smiling and looked at him puzzled, "That's strange comingfrom you! I thought you wanted to be one of us, a girl!" she said, theother.