I was so shocked and excited that I almost drove into a cops car. I didn't think I was going to make the team. I'm only 5'4" and 117 pounds so natural...y I thought I would get passed over. Unlike the other girls on the team, I wasn't a knockout or had huge pair of tits. I mean I could land any man. I had the physical assets to turn heads or get laid whenever I wanted. But compared to the other girls I was just 'normal looking'.As a sophomore in college I wanted to make new friends or have a. I should be able to hoist the ‘number’ flag and then ‘11’ or ‘17’. I didn’t think we even had four ‘E’ flags.Later, I looked at the code-book for a while before I saw the answer. The letter ‘U’ was used to mean “alternate meaning” for a bunch of common codes that didn’t fit in the rest of the alphabet, and they were all alternate meanings for letter flags. ‘A’ meant “Acknowledge” but ‘UA’ meant “Attack”. What if ‘U’ was followed by numbers instead of letters? I could say that any numbers that. "_ Until that time we could do it, but it would have to be with a condom. There were others, including "no seeing him other than as we specify".That was something we'd missed. Our parents got together and screwed, licked, and sucked each silly. But they did it openly in front of everyone else. They didn't sneak around and do it in secret. That was one of the things that helped keep jealousy from rearing its ugly head."What about any boys we might hook up with on the side?" Liz asked."Strictly. " Allison pointed to the girl whoslapped me earlier. She was a tall brunette. "And this is Inga." Ingalooked like a weight lifter. She had strong, powerful arms and legs. Herhair was short and she had a steely look in her eyes. "Say hello to the nice ladies," Allison finished. "Hello," I said quietly, still aching from the punch in the ribs. The car stopped and I heard the sound of a garage door opening. The carcontinued inside and the door closed behind us. The passenger door openedand the.