The glass offered was nary clean, so I quaffed me brew as delicately as possible straight out of the broken bottle. Before long me eyes unfortunately...adjusted to me dingy surrounds and were able to make out me fellow revelers, by peering closely at the rum rats. What a bunch of flotsam and jetsam, from the poorer parts of the city they were too. I had been in many a place, and stood me drink and any that wanted a brawl, but never, in a pit like this before. All along the walls, men in. “What am I doing?”She tossed and turned for more than an hour before sleep brought relief, but once again her dreamed were filled with sex and surrender to the young man who ravished her unrelentingly.Monday brought school for David and Gwen was out looking for a job not long afterward. But Monday brought nothing, as did Tuesday, as did Wednesday. She seemed to be overqualified for the lesser jobs and not experienced enough for the better ones.Thursday was no better and now Gwen was indeed. The base Commander was, however ... shall we say ... livid?"The sooner you two ... officers ... are off my base, the better."The disdain present in his pronunciation of the word officers managed to make it a dirty word ... similar to fucking idiot or mentioning that we had only one locatable ancestor and she never married. We were careless children, unfit to grace his base with our presence.He sent us to the base psychiatrist ... who sent us back with the words, "They're pilots, fer chrissake,. “I just want advice. I really don’t know a great deal about your industry. I’ve sold washing machines. I’ve sold lipstick. And I’ve sold encyclopaedias. What I need to know from you is what Amna’s most valuable assets are and how to maximise their sales potential.” Susan mused over this. “Her best asset is undoubtedly her breasts. She’s got a good pair of tits. All she needs is to improve them and promote them.” “Would surgery be the best course?” “Undoubtedly! I can give you the name of a few.