“Want some?” he said with a grin. “Yea”, I replied, “but we need to go somewhere private, we don’t want the O.D. to come by making a bed ...heck and get caught.”At this point I should explain that O.D. stands for Officer on Duty and in a military school consists of a faculty member. Each faculty member rotates nights on a schedule to be on campus and make unscheduled rounds and checks on the barracks.Luke got an even bigger grin on his face as he said, “Don’t worry Captain Frank is on duty. ...all right. Do you have a cold, wet towel?" he grits each word out in agony. I leap out of bed to get him what he needs. I frantically grab my really nice bathroom towel, but wrecking a decorative towel is a small price to pay for my stupidity. I soak it, and run back in and hand it to him. He applies it to his wounded dignity and lets out a sigh of relief."I am so, so, so, so, very sorry Warren, that was the dumbest thing I've ever done. Do you need anything else?"He looks at me and manages. THIS time. He's luckyhe's cute."That's good to know," I said. "Come sit down," I told Dan, patting thebar stool next to me. Dan happily obliged. We began talking about workand stuff, which seemed like I was in another job interview orsomething. I couldn't take much more of this, so I quickly dragged Danout on the dance floor. I told him beforehand that I didn't want anyalcohol and he respected my wishes, even though he had a few himself. Ireally did like hanging out with him though, even. He'd used the milk in Susan's bottle for his raid on her kitchen andthat fresh baked cake he'd taken liberty with. Trouble was Susan's babybottle had been spiked with a tranquilizer as Sally began to calculatehow much the boy had taken against what he weighed."Stupid, stupid boy," Sally said as she eased her arms under Steve's tolift him for a second. She wasn't going to move him, she just wanted toestimate his weight. That tranquilizer was adjusted for weight. Ninetyto ninety five pounds, give.