.. uh, yes, for us. You could end up as a teacher, once you graduate.”“We shall see. I haven’t thought that far ahead. I want to simply concentr...te on what I have to do to achieve my degree. If I don’t get that, all such plans go out the window.”“Anyway, I was right in my choice. Which approach are you going to take in your essay, Reg?”“I think I will look at how Heinlein’s novel added new words to the English language, such as ‘Grok’, and how he pushed the idea of polyamory. The concept was. I was sitting in a chair, wearing my usual Friday outfit, a lacy bra and panty. Getting me to wear panties after our wedding was easy for Michael. I could tell myself that they were practically briefs. They fit well, because of my underwhelming size. Actually, they fit better than briefs. Briefs had always sagged a bit in front when I had worn them, if you catch my drift. Getting me to wear bras took a week of convincing. Every morning in our first week of marriage, he told me to put on a bra.. Not that I don’t enjoy a bit of extreme porn here and there, but it’s just not my thing. I know; Sara and I tried it once. It just did not work. I could not bring myself to hurt her, not enough, not by a mile, as much as she needed to be hurt. That’s why we remained best friends. Until I could not take it anymore. You see, Sara was a really smart and savvy girl, even then. ?Will you help me?? she said. What she wanted, back then, was for me to vet her prospective Doms. . 'VIET CONG' screamed silently and irrationally through my brain as I threw myself flat on the ground and rolled away from the expected bullet. I reached desperately for a non existent rifle even as sanity slowly returned.It's fucking Boston, not Danang I screamed to myself as I lay staring up at a teenage Asian. She's probably just a student I tried to convince my whirling mind."Are you okay?" the long haired Asian asked as she stood looming over me."What do you want... What are you doing.