And the warm thick liquid spurted into his hand and ran like thick white syrup between his fingers and made wet sticky spots upon his trousers. Jason ...atched the jerking organ in his hand with disbelief. When the last drop had wrung itself free, a soft sob broke the long silence of the room. Jason spread his hands open before him and looked at the waste, then turned and ran from the room.Mario watched his employer's retreating back and felt the detached amusement he had known so often before.. Fastened to the inside with pushpins at what would be eye-level for Carol, were the panties she had been wearing when she came to my room. They had obviously not been washed, as the yellow stain in the crotch was prominently displayed. When I turned back to Carol she was smiling timidly at me like a student who was fairly sure she’d done well on a test but not positive. I smiled back at her and said, “What a nasty little girl.” I thought that hearing that phrase again might be a turn-on for her. . me... I had to test it.In the Command area, I entered "Correct hair length to Navy standards for 1980." (I was long overdue for a haircut, even by my current un-military standards, and this would provide a harmless but dramatic test. I clicked the "send" button.Suddenly, I felt a bit of a tingle. I touched my beard - definitely shorter. I felt the back of my neck. That old, familiar military taper met my fingers and I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I stared. It had looked better. Cooking? That would be a first, Dan thought.He took a few more steps and stood right under the doorway. He was barely able to make the outline of the staircase leading to the upper floor. What on earth were they doing? Film screening? And where was everyone? These thoughts kept going around in circles, as the smell grew stronger and pungent. It wasn't like caramel anymore; it reminded him of vomit."Hello? Mr. Kurawa? Are you here? What's going on?" Dan said, loud enough to be heard on the other.