’ Natasha petted Jessica’s temples with one hand and her breasts with the other, evoking flashes of memory for mere heartbeats before Exercise One...obliterated them along with all her other thoughts. Intense, fast-forming friendships between classmates as everyone remembered Exercise Five and helped make sure every student was keeping up with their daily meditations. Study sessions that devolved into orgies as the girls rewarded each other with pleasure for reciting their exercises. One-on-one. Maybe my liver." She reached over and touched my hand. "I'm on R&R for a few days until my ribs are better. You, on the other hand, look to have a million dollar injury."A million dollar injury was the kind of injury that didn't hit anything critical, but left you injured enough to get out of combat forever. Well, "forever" enough until the Rangers got desperate for any warm body, and we weren't there yet."Well shit!" I exclaimed. "I'd rather be back in the unit. Those guys are the best." I. I prepared a carefully worded email, after thinking about what would be the best way to do this without revealing my identity, at least not yet. I included several more pictures from Friday night and I asked her if she was serious about being willing to do "anything" for me in exchange for keeping those photographs private.I sent the email and almost as soon as it went out I received a one word answer, "Yes."I grinned at her immediate and revealingly brief response. I'm sure that it must have. "She sauntered off to the shower, muscular ass cutting figure-eights through the air, never seeing the tattoo that had appeared just below her tailbone. The pointed tail curved down between her buttocks, an invitation to any and all who were lucky enough to see.Coming back from lunch, room 215 was in a state of genial chaos. The lads of Ms. Strauss' Fourth Period English class had already heard that their teacher was out today, and were looking forward to the opportunity to torture a substitute.