Haircut was just a little bit on the civilian side of whitewall. I looked on his wall for the expected evidence. Yep! There it is. Honorable discharge...for a Marine first lieutenant. And a framed picture of a younger version of him with a flight suit, standing next to a Harrier. I shook his hand. He pointed me into a chair next to Cindy.Inwardly I was already cheering that I wasn't facing down some be-spectacled product of the education establishment who'd NEVER been outside the greenhouses of. “A good long while, actually.” A sinister chuckle followed.Rosa balled her fists, wishing she could jump into that man’s arms right there in front of the parking lot. “Well, just follow us. Okay?” she said.Tim and Rosa climbed into the car then headed back toward the vein. The glass buildings of Downtown Aratego faded in the background; the lush green jungle, climbing the rocky hills surrounding the city, looked so dark under the night sky. Tim drove the car toward Creampie Ridge, having to. Then the next thing I know, I’m talking to that man at the bar’ ‘Man?’ he said quickly. ‘Well, the college boy. Then it made perfect sense to me to go with him to his house. Something about seeing their porch at night or something. There was a pool table there and king sized bed… ‘ She tailed off and came back in strong as she remembered. ‘Then I thought, I could give him a quick blow job and no one would know. So I started to suck him, right there in front of the pool table because there were. Why do youkeep denying what is so obvious? The way you carry yourself is ladylike.The way you move, the way you incline your head, even your table mannersare uniquely famine." Are you with me on that one? Sweetheart together we have created afeminine reality. It is more than an illusion. Go ahead and admit thatyou now 'feel' more feminine than masculine, the 'guy in a dress' is longgone."That night Jack was still trying to absorb what Rose had said. Daisy wasdutifully doing the dishes and lost.
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