It's ironic what goes through your mind when you're in your room, on your back, ten inches of anthracite coal pistoning up your butt. Your roommate is running the railroad, Casey Jones getting old number 382 running down the tracks, heading to the depot. Charge: Violation of Uniform Code of Military Justice, Conduct Unbecoming. In that Lieutenant Anthony "Binky" Rasmussen was observed on his back, legs spread, arms embrac...

Scanning the room, I spotted her. Clare Adams. I had seen her here at the party earlier, but always with other men. She at six feet and I at six-two, we were taller than almost everyone else here. I walked to her, took her hand, and we moved to the wall. "So, how's life in Audit?" I asked. She beamed. "It's wonderful. I thought I would end up working at a CPA firm, but banking is much more interesting. I never got the cha...

Where are they? This is the place, the right time. I know what they look like. We've been DM-ing on the forum for so long, I would recognize them immediately. Their avatar, their media posts. Especially the imagination in their AI. It's an insight into their innermost thoughts. I wonder what they'll think of me. Will they read between the lines in my posts? Can they decipher what my media is saying? This could be the one!...