Seated in the rear seat is Sarah, Australian, aged 23, blonde hair, 5’6” with delicious breasts and narrow hips, a dreamy look in her eyes, her bl...nde hair beautifully coiffed by her maid Catherine, French, aged 18, petite with small breasts and a delicious tight bum, who was now seated beside her, her head resting on Sarah’s breast as Sarah stroked her hair and leant forward every few minutes to kiss her forehead.Facing them, Rebecca’s maid Jeanette, also French and just 18 years old, cropped. And now this ... All of you, you should be very proud of yourselves!”And yet I was feeling almost exactly the opposite of that, just then.“Anyway, here it is,” I rasped hoarsely.I held out the bag. Dr. Kendall gave it an odd look as he grabbed the handles.“What’s this?”“The donations we collected on Saturday.”Please don’t open it ... Please don’t open it ... Please don’t open it... “We, uh, really need to get to class now,” I added, starting for the door. “Or we’ll be late...”I wanted to run. Our unit was pulled over to the side of the road and dispersed in the trees taking time to find low ground and cover in case we were attacked. A long column of our artillery pulled back across the river in a big hurry because if the bridge were to be destroyed they would be lost to us forever.The sporadic fire that was continually putting us on the alert accelerated into a crescendo of firepower and I wondered which unit was catching hell and if we were winning or losing. I knew in general. I heard the explosions above us. I few blocks of ice dropped from the roof of the cavern.Grandpa looked worried. Now it was my time.“Grandpa, I have this covered. The portals were destroyed by the Destroyer ship coming to try to capture us. We have to get out and get out we will.“Grandpa, please open that wall wide enough for the shuttle”- I pointed. Grandpa followed my instruction instantly. I moved into the area where the Destroyers had been. The others followed me.“Grandpa, we are going up.