" D leaned in as if to kiss but quickly palmed my zipper with a gentle squeeze. "I see you, later."I arrived later in the afternoon. D's roommate N..., and another friend G sat stoned on her couch. N. and G. surveyed me, not knowing that I understood Spanish. "So this is your big dick boyfriend, D?" N asked."He speaks Spanish." D replied from her bedroom. "Come here!" N. and G. waved at me as I walked into D's bedroom where she greeted me with a hug. "I am so happy you fucked the hell out. ”Clusen was getting angry.” Computronic, never mind. Disregard my last command. No altering is necessary.”“No altering has been done. Error report has already been filed, score system is a...”He turned the screen off and faced usSuppor protested.” Lt. Clusen, I demand you do something about that. I do not accept second place.”“Mr. Suppor sit down. You will address me properly and with respect.”Clusen then said.” I will investigate those obviously false citations. No Midshipman could possibly. But Scarlett loved it the morning after, and this was my morning after.There was a definite sated quality about me that morning. I ached, but there was a languor to my movements and a completion to my sensibilities. I had not felt this good in years. It was all because of him, G. Sean Richards.I rose and pulled on a robe. How far out of it had I been last night? I still had on my stockings, but nothing else. I never slept in the raw, and rarely without bathing. My thoughts went back to wanting. He e-mailed me when I first began to write my stories, and post them so the public could view what it was I had to say, which was almost four years ago now. At first he was kind, and we exchanged pleasantries and fantasies. The pleasantries soon stopped, and he e-mailed me with words that I never thought that I would ever read. In the e-mail he called me a whore, a fuck toy, and a no good slut. The words surprisingly enough caused my body to quiver and my pussy to become soaked. I would have.