“No idea, they don’t know what they’ll find in the fortress.”I sat back in my chair and tried to drink some more of my cooling coffee, my stom...ch churning. More waiting, always waiting, I couldn’t stand sitting here not knowing. The carnage on the monitors didn’t do much to improve my mood, but I had to keep telling myself that there was no humane solution to the problem ADVENT had created. I looked away as an ADVENT checkpoint exploded into an orange fireball, some kind of improvised explosive. .”“Fuck, man, sorry,” Nolan stuttered worriedly.“Uh... are you gay, dude?” Tom asked. His cock was threatening to spring loose with such force it would surely rip his shorts in half.“No! I mean, I don't think so. I don't know. I guess I've thought about it a couple times... It's just, girlfriend is back home, so I haven't gotten laid in for-fucking-ever...” Nolan trailed off, a look of panic coming over his face, as he worried he might have said too much. It was hard to blame him. Above him. More surprisingly, she had suggested sharing a joint on the balcony. The evening up to that point was nerve-wracking for them both.Ken had two choices: let her go, or tighten his grip around her waist. Maintaining the same pressure with his arm had grown embarrassingly weird. Instead, he asked: “Do you like me at all, Alicia?”She stiffened more, hunching her shoulders defensively. Ken prepared to let her go and give up for the evening.“Yes. But this is all wrong, Ken.”“I’m not your type.”“It’s. I had a few nice, bland dates with some men from the first site but no sparks developed from any of them. The second site was filled with men looking for either one night stands, or men who wanted to "own" me despite the fact that my profile indicated I preferred independence outside of the bedroom. Most of all, at 42, I was discouraged by the lack of men my own age who were interested in dating women above the age of 30. Ah well, I mused, it was worth the try but perhaps it was time to shut.