‘For all your inventiveness, H, you failed the mission. Would you care to tell us how you got to the objective so quickly, where you got that specia...…ahh…concoction and why you disappeared for three days before answering your phone?’ ‘Not really, sir. If I failed the mission, everything else doesn’t matter anyway, right?’ ‘I suppose that’s true. Can we have the coin back anyway? And then you may rejoin your unit. There will be no repercussions, your mistake was a common one.’ ‘I imagine so,’. After all, I wasn't married. And was it 'coveting' another when you actually just went ahead and did it? I'm sure there'd been swingers back in Biblical times, but they'd probably kept it all hushed up, just like now.I mentioned that to Eric, and he grinned. "Wouldn't you love to sit in on confession at a Catholic church. "Forgive me Father, for I have had sex with a half-dozen boys." "I think that requires more than saying "Hail Mary" a dozen times." Be interesting to see the priest's face.". The day wore on and I kept thinking over and over again about last night, trying my hardest to remember even just a little bit of what had happened.I had a quick flash back, one part came to me, I remember opening my eyes as a lad took the drink from me, thinking I was going to spill it, with eyes barely open I remember 2 lads squeezing my breasts and then pulling my blouse away from my neck to look down at my breasts with a lot of lads standing close by, but then that is all I could. "See," she said, "I still have great ideas, if you would only listen to me all the time you would come out so much the better." Good grief," I said using my best Charlie Brown impersonation.The rest of the day was normal, school work, supper, then TV with Lost in Space, Beverly Hillbillies, and Green Acres until bedtime.At bedtime I climbed into bed, thinking about Angela's boobs, and had my own erection, when my door opened and Aimee came in. I quickly tried to smooth down my sheets, but I.