" Do you think any of the WestHem marines are going to want to die for this place? To give their life to return Mars to the WestHem corporations? Beca...se no matter what kind of bullshit the WestHem ruling council slings via the media, anyone with any intelligence on that planet is going to know what the real reason for the war is. That includes the marines. When they start seeing their friends die, when they realize that this war is not a cakewalk, their morale is going to go down the shitter.. The lift is vented. We haven't got a problem with the air."Marjorie still seemed dubious. I let go of her hand, reached across, picked her up and dumped her on my lap. I pulled her head against my shoulder."Harry!" Marjorie squeaked. "What are you doing?" Giving a woman I love a hug. I think you need one."Marjorie settled against my shoulder."You could be right. What would Alan say?" Possibly 'Relax and enjoy it'. I'm no threat to you or to him."The hug seemed to reassure Marjorie. She. I think Mr. Rye had left a small rubber dildo for me to use on my hole while I listened to whatever video he was showing the history class that day, but I never found out for sure, and he left midway thru that class. In a sudden rush.But now having graduated from high school, I had less options to be naked in public before the cops were called. Maybe, I should find a summer job before college starts this fall. For now I was content with sitting in the living room watching porn and jerking off. I just batted my eyelashes and giggled as I told him not to worry. Over those next few minutes we exchanged seductive glances. I assumed he had just come from the gym as he was wearing jogging bottoms and a T-shirt that fitted snugly over his tight, toned, rugby player like physique. That look always turned me on, that dark, muscley, rugged yet sexy look. I could not help but let my imagination run away with me, what he could do to me, what I would do to him. That perfect hotel room scenario.