. this was a game and I was going to win at all costs! The weekend flew by and I had a big smile on my face when I drove to my new job I had to go se... the administration person to fill out all the paperwork she was an old crone who looked at me like I was a street walker or something but she probably hasn't been laid in like fifty years so I cut her some slack... that taken care of I proceeded to the elevator then up to the tenth floor where I worked Mr. Jeffries was waiting for me he warmly. .. what was that slaghole called?”“Bakersfield,” Gath answered.“Bakersfield,” he said, nodding. “Taz told me what happened down there. Nasty business. She had to push the button and kill those homers. You had to go out and see what those torkin’ savages did to our marines. I’m surprised the two of you are still all right in the head after that.”“It was not something I’d care to have to experience again,” Gath admitted.“Maybe you won’t,” Ox said. “After your incident down in Bakersfield and. Grinding, writhing, choking, gasping. Everything was fragmented. Thoughts… Emotion. Logical fallacies and dusty memories… Profound, undeniable, inexplicable arousal.A once dim hope flared instantly into passionate, imminently realistic fantasy. One more second and it was reality. She knew it was going to happen, and the instant she realized she pulled the toy out of her and tossed it aside. The sound it made on the floor was far louder than he imagined, but it couldn’t distract him.Milliseconds. The sixteen-year-old obeyed slowly. She pushed her chair back and moved her legs out from under the desk. Rosie stood up and reached down, placing the chair under the desk before taking the half a dozen steps to the front of the classroom until she was standing facing the whiteboard on the wall. Miss Marks stood next to her and watched Mrs. Edwards pull the teacher’s chair out from under the desk until it was in a space near the door to the room. She sat down on the padded chair, ironing the.