But he apparently chose his drunken buddies over me." I'm delighted to have followed you outside."She laughed and turned to me. "I am too, but this is...a onetime thing ... I don't think I know your name." Clark, Donald Clark, I live two doors down. We were introduced..." Yes, I seem to remember that, but..." Yeah, doing shots seems to play games with one's memory."She changed the subject, saying, "Smell the breeze?" The breeze?" Yes, can you smell it?" I don't think the breeze has a scent." Sure. Or have them very rarely and with great difficulty."Don't worry about me, I never get off," she confessed. "But I like it, what you're doing to me, fucking me nice and hard, being inside me."And now there was actually a trace of tender vulnerability in her expression and her voice."Is there anything special I can do to help get you off?" I asked."You're very sweet. But no, it's okay, that's just the way I am," she explained, a slightly sad look on her face.I started to pull out of her, figuring. Curious what that look was all about – I assumed he had another wry, funny story about one of his sexual conquests or failures – I asked, “Hey, what’s up with you?”But he cocked his head and spoke into my ear, "I'm just deciding which straight boy I'm gonna' take home and turn gay tonight". Then he calmly scanned the room as if he was really pondering the choice.I just stood there, dumbstruck by his filthy declaration. My mouth opened to speak but I was unable to form a sentence. What the hell. "Yes believe it or not I do know dongs, and that pair have only one small one between them" the captain replied in a flash."This I have to see for myself!" Greta said and leapt from the chair to leave the room."Not so fast Dillon, I haven't told you my views on the importance of proper paperwork to the modern police service, sit!" the captain growled."Oh" said Greta and dejectedly sat down again.For the next fifteen minutes, Greta looked from the window to the clock, the clock to the window,.