The study provided the school with 9 buses to transport all the girls to where they needed to be: 5 destined for the men’s college, three for the naval academy, and one for the seniors apartments. Mr. Stanner left his office to mingle among the girls boarding the buses on that first day, wishing them all luck. While waiting for one o’clock to arrive, one of Katie’s friends, a cute Chinese girl named Amy, had Mr. Stanner on her list, so she kneeled to blow him right then and there. Mr. Stanner’s eyes marvelled at how lovely all the girls looked. It was obvious that they all had been excited about this day, for they all had had their hair done, and had make-up on, and were wearing flattering outfits. Some still had little mirrors out, freshening up their eye-shadow and lipstick. And, even though high heels technically were not part of the dress code, Mr. S. had sent a letter home over the summer saying that they were permissible, on that first day, pending the results of the school’s assignment… to active versus passive treatment. So, most of the girls wore high heels. A horrific thought popped into his head; how devastated would the whole school have been had he had to hand out bottle instead of envelopes that morning? Luckily, that hadn’t happened, so there was joy everywhere.

As the last 15 minutes before nine ticked away, each of the 9 bus drivers had an assigned girl attached at the groin, blowing him over those last few minutes before the buses were due to depart. Brooke Adams was one of those girls, kneeling right outside the first bus in line near the left front tire, as the driver leaned back against the vehicle for a quick smoke.

Mr. Stanner couldn’t help but notice Brooke, what with her beautiful long blonde hair swaying back and forth with each bob of her head, and the exquisite tightness of her white short shorts as she leaned into her driver. So, when Amy swallowed his load with still 5 or so minutes left before nine, he sauntered over to where Brooke was just swallowing her load. What she noticed was a hand on her shoulder, gently preventing her from rising up from her knees. Then, Mr. Stanner was before her and she just glanced up at him. Did he want her to…?

He winked, in that same paternal way a father or grandfather might wink; and she knew just what to do. Any extra blowjob beyond her assigned thirty was perfectly okay with the study protocol, and with every one of the girls.

“Look here, Brooke,” the YearBook photographer said, after Brooke had latched on to her principal.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked, staring right into the camera.

“Now show me that cute little ass of yours.”

And Brooke playfully angled her bum towards the camera.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked again.

“Perrrrrfect!” the boy with the camera said; admiring, like so many others, the tightness of Brooke’s short shorts as they hugged both her cheeks.


Meanwhile, Katie Stanner was already on her way to see the first person on her list, Mr. Aldershot, who was teaching Math on the second floor. When Katie arrived, his door was closed and she could see that he was in front of a full class. But her list told her to see him at 1 p.m., and it was one o’clock now. Timidly, she knocked on his door. He stopped talking to the class and glanced her way. Smiling, he waved her in. He knew why she was here.

“Class,” he said. “I’m sure you all know Miss Stanner.”

Then, he turned back to her. “Come in child,” he said, gesturing for her to step all the way into the room.

Katie entered as Mr. A. leaned up against the side of his desk and undid his zipper.

“Come in,” he encouraged her again.

Katie had never given a blowjob in public before… and certainly never in front of a full classroom of her peers. But she knew she’d never hear the end of it if she didn’t follow through with her treatment; so she swallowed hard, strode across the room to where Mr. Aldershot was, and kneeled at his feet. His cock was already hard and waiting for her.

“You won’t disturb me,” he told her.

She glanced up at him and then out at the class watching her… and then towards the professor’s groin and the rigid piece of meat awaiting her. She took a deep breath, parted her lips, and then quickly leaned forward to take him deep inside her mouth.

“Okay,” Mr. A. resumed. “Who can tell me what is meant by the term ‘precision’?”

Later, Katie would hardly remember what happened. She remembered Mr. A. taking her head in his two hands from time to time, and then slamming his pelvis into her face like he was trying to drive a nail home. She’d sputter and gag a bit; but then he’d stop and she’d resume her slow rhythmic sucking.

At one point, he asked the class if anyone had any questions, and someone raised her hand.

“Yes, Angela.”

“I just wanted to ask Katie what you taste like.”

Mr. A. laughed.

“What do you think, Katie? How do I taste?”

“Hmm hmmm,” Katie answered, giving a ‘thumbs up’ sign.

“Any other questions?” Mr. A. asked.

Another hand shot up.

“How deep can Katie take you?”

Mr. A. was all over that one. “Well, now. That would be a great thing to measure, wouldn’t it; given that we are talking all about measurement accuracy and precision?”

And so Katie became part of a fun classroom experiment.

Soon, the whole class had gathered round, with one student holding a ruler; another, a calculator; and a third, pen and paper.

“Let’s measure my penis first,” Mr. A. said. And this was done. “Eight point two inches. Now, let’s measure it two more times and write everything down.”

“Now, open your mouth as wide as you can, Katie, and let’s stuff me as far down as we can.”

Poor Katie found herself doing everything she could not to puke, while the student with the ruler took three separate measurements.

“Take your time,” the teacher instructed. “Make sure you line up everything carefully.”

Katie gasped when finally the professor pulled back. But he wanted to repeat everything two more times; so he drove himself down her throat again for more measurements; and then one more time after that, this final time really forcing his way as far down her throat as he could. Poor Katie had tears in her eyes.

“Now,” he said, starting to face fuck Katie; “everyone go back to your desk and see if you can figure out the means, variances and standard deviations for the two measurements; and then let us see how to calculate the difference and 95% confidence intervals for the difference between them.”

Katie would have to wait until the next day to find out the answer; because Mr. A. shot his load soon after this and she was already a few minutes late for her 1:15 appointment with Mr. Mullen in his classroom. But she would find out the next day, and word soon would spread like wildfire that the principal’s daughter could deep throat 6.92 +/- 0.14 inches.


Of course, Stephanie was on one of the 5 buses for the men’s college. The driver explained to the girls on her bus that he would be dropping them off in the main quad of the college, right in front of the Student Union Building.

“Are all the busses going there?” someone asked.

“No,” he explained. “Another bus is headed to the gym and then the football, soccer and baseball fields. One will drop girls off at the main dining hall, at a couple of the main classroom buildings where the professors have offices, and at the power plant.”

“Who will they see there?”

“Workers. Some of the girls will blow workers today.”

“Teachers too?”

“Of course. And then the last two buses will drop girls off at the various dorms.” He smiled. “Don’t worry. You girls will all get to rotate through all of these places, several times, before the year is through.” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see several girls smiling, laughing and high-fiving each other.

“Anyway, in the quad, you will all be met by Ms. Anderson, one of the college deans, who would introduce each of you to your ‘assignment group’. “

“What’s an assignment group?” a girl in back called out.

The bus driver smiled and shook his head. “It’s the 30 or so guys you’re each going to blow.”

All the girls laughed now.

“Just listen to Ms. Anderson,” the driver added. “She’ll get you started right.”

Shortly after this, they arrived on campus, and the huge sports complex, identified by a large sign that read ‘Home of the Giants’, was the first thing they passed. In fact, Stephanie was a bit relieved that she wasn’t going to have to start by blowing 30 huge, black football players, or 6 foot 8 inch basketball players, and was just going to start with normal college boys. Of course, she desperately wanted these other challenges a little later, but not on the first day. She was amazed, however, when her bus finally rounded a corner and see saw just how filled with people the college quad was. Literally, there were thousands of people – not only students, but teachers, and parents, reporters, and cameramen. She looked nervously at her friends on the bus and giggled.

“Wowwww!” she said, quietly.

Her bus pulled up behind two others, and the girls quickly filed out. Again, the swarm of people astounded them; and music was blaring through loud speakers. It was so festive; like being at some huge outdoor rock festival. In fact, it even seemed to be live music… and wasn’t that a stage off in the distance?

As patiently as teenagers could be, the girls waited for Ms. Anderson. Finally, she finished with the two buses that were ahead of them and stood in front of their group. Ms. Anderson was a gorgeous but studious-looking blonde in a white blouse, short black skirt, heels and glasses. Several of the girls were envious of her perfect skin and slim, but sexy figure.

“Okay girls,” she called out. “I’m going to call your names out in groups of three. When I do, I want you to follow me, and the rest of you wait until I get back.”

Stephanie was alone as the last girl chosen.

“We have a little bit of a walk,” Ms. Anderson explained.

As Stephanie followed her, the teen couldn’t help but glance this way and that as she passed various classmates already on their knees having started, waving to a couple of good friends on the way. Their mouths too busy to say anything, but they nonetheless waved back.

She also couldn’t help but notice that the music was getting louder, and that there was a stage, and they were walking right towards it. Finally, they were coming right up to it.

“Up here,” Ms. Anderson said, as she quickly climbed the stairs leading onto the stage. Tentatively, Stephanie followed.

The music stopped and Ms. Anderson took the microphone.

“First of all,” she said loudly. “I want to welcome all of you to the first day of this historical event. As a woman, I must say that I am proud, relieved and excited that researchers are finally taking a serious look at the issue of aging in women; and I am thrilled that we all can be a part of it.”

Stephanie gazed out at the crowd. Even girls on their knees with cocks in their mouths were watching Ms. Anderson attentively and clapping their hands.

Ms. Anderson continued: “I especially want to thank all the young ladies from St. George’s School for joining us for some afternoon fun for the next 40 weeks. I trust our boys will make sure they are clean and tasty for all of you.”

There was general laughter.

“I have up here with me one very lucky girl who, along with me, will be helping to thank the musicians and the dozens and dozens of others who have helped to make this first day a success, and will continue to help throughout this vital first week… from our beloved school president, to the grounds crew and janitors, and everyone in between.”

Cheers and applause filled the quad again.

“But first, I want our school’s founder to come forward. Mr. Heatherington? Where are you?”

Stephanie’s craned her eyes to see who Mr. Heatherington was, expecting some old fart standing 5 foot 2. As it turns out, he was old - at least 80 – but he still looked quite viral. And, even stooped over a little bit, he stood at least 6 foot 6. Ms. Anderson glanced over towards Stephanie and saw her stunned reaction as Mr. H. mounted the stage.

“Yes, Stephanie,” she said, knowingly. “There is a reason why we call all our sports teams the Giants.”

General laughter.

“Come here, Stephanie,” Ms. Anderson instructed her. Stephanie timidly stepped forward. “Mr. Heatherington… I’d like you to meet Miss Stehanie Taylor.”

The old man in a suit held out his hand, and when Stephanie’s hand reached out, he took it, slowly brought it to his mouth and kissed it.

‘What a nice old man!’ Stephanie thought to herself as she felt Ms. Anderson’s hand on her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees.

The old man before her was so tall, she had to kneel fully upright to reach his zipper, but she instinctively knew what to do, even remembering to brush the seat of her jeans quickly with her hands to make sure there was no dirt or lint on it. She was wearing brand new jeans and desperately wanted them to look nice.

The crowd’s cheers were tumultuous. But even through all that noise, she could here the sound of hundreds of cameras going off, many of them very, very close – and she could sense the hundreds of camera flashes even though her eyes were fixed on undoing the belt and zipper before her. The old man had to help pull his penis out; and when he did, it was huge. Stephanie couldn’t help but chuckle inside. So much for avoiding huge cocks on her first day!

Stephanie’s big brown eyes peered up at the old man staring down at her, and he and she both smiled.

“Hi” she mouthed silently.

He winked.

And then the girl leaned forward with her mouth open and slowly, ever slowly – to capture all the excitement of the moment – she leaned forward and took that humungous old cock in front of her inside her mouth. When she finally clamped her lips down onto it, with at least 4 inches of cock inside her mouth, the ovation she received was deafening. Even Ms. Anderson was clapping.

“Well done, Stephanie,” the pretty dean said quietly as the teen posed for hundreds of pictures before proceeding.

The band started to play again and Stephanie started to suck. Soon, she noticed that Ms. Anderson was on her knees too, blowing a big burly guy she assumed must be the school’s President. Stephanie’s and Ms. Anderson’s eyes met and silent recognition passed between them. Things were proceeding wonderfully.

Later, Stephanie got an unexpected treat when sexy Ms. Anderson leaned forward onto all fours to start having her mouth and asshole fucked at the same time, because half of the shit-flavoured cocks that emerged from the pretty dean’s as ended up in Ms. Anderson’s mouth, and the remaining half in Stephanie’s. The first cock to emerge from Emily’s poop chute for Stephanie was just coated in shit. Stephanie was busy blowing a big burly black groundskeeper (so much for avoiding huge black cocks on her first day!), so the Hispanic janitor had to wait. Stephanie couldn’t help but eye the shit-fouled cock waiting for her as she worked the cock in her mouth. As the groundskeeper got closer and closer to climax, Stephanie grew more and more excited herself. Finally, he pulled out, she swallowed, and the she immediately waved the janitor over, hoping desperately that none of the shit would fall off and be lost. Luckily, though one little turd did fall off, the talented teen’s mouth already was in motion toward it and she skill-fully caught it on her tongue. Carefully, she let the janitor insert the rest of his cock deep into her mouth as she held her jaws as wide open as possible, and then she slowly closed her mouth, feeling that little turd crushed onto her tongue by the cock as it landed.

“Hmmmmmm!” she purred appreciatively, glancing again towards where Ms. Anderson continued to be mercilessly reamed at both ends.


At that very moment, lovely blonde Kim Henry was being walked towards her assignment. She’d never been to a seniors complex before, and was amazed at how extensive this one was. There were four 14-storey apartment buildings surrounding a large central three-storey activities complex, in which there was a humungous dining hall, an indoor pool and Jacuzzi, a TV lounge, a library, and a games room with pool and ping-pong tables and even a shuffle-board court. She was very impressed. Their tour guides were a very sprightly 72-year old, grey-haired woman named Doris, and her 77-year old white-haired friend Alice. The two were hilarious to see together, because they bantered back and forth unceasingly. They were so cute.

“This is the bathroom where poor old Mr. Muckler died last month,” Doris said, when they were touring the activities complex.

“Don’t tell them that!” Alice scoulded.

“It’s okay. He was 97.”

“Doris!”

“They found him sitting in a stall with his dick in his hand.” Doris started to whisper: “They think he was doing himself.”

“Doris! Honestly!” Alice cried.

The teens just looked at each other and laughed.

Eventually, Alice and Doris brought the girls to the main lounge, where four other women were waiting, and the girls were divided into six groups.

“You four groups will go with your guide to your assigned apartment building,” Doris explained, “and Alice and I will take the last two groups. Alice’s group will go to the gym, and my group will go to the dining hall.”

Kim was in the group of three girls who went with Doris. One of her compatriots whispered to Kim: “I wonder if they’re going to serve them to us on a bun.”

Kim smiled.

None of the girls expected what awaited them.

“We brought all the ones who need wheelchairs to the dining room because it has wheelchair access,” Doris explained.

“Can they even stand?” Mary asked.

Doris nodded. “Almost all of them can stand or they wouldn’t be living here. But some are really old and get tired. Some, like Mr. Brown over there, are just too fat to stand very long. And a couple have colostomy bags.”

“What’s that,” Lori asked.

“They poop into a bag attached to their stomach,” Doris explained. “But don’t worry. It’s sealed.”

Then she grabbed Kim’s hand. “Come here, Kim,” she said, brightly. “Why don’t I introduce you to Mr. Stabler.”

Mr. Stabler was one of the men with a colostomy bag. He stood up with a little assistance, and then just held on to the arm rests of his chair behind him while Kim nervously knelt at his feet. Doris helped him unbutton his shirt, while Kim undid his belt and zipper and helped slide his pants down to his feet.

“If you feel yourself getting unsteady, Marcus” Doris told him “just sit back down in your chair.”

Kim stared straight ahead. The man’s cock was old and shrivelled, and she felt admittedly a bit reluctant to put it in her mouth. But what worried her most was the position of the man’s colostomy bag, which was full of soft, brown shit and lying on the man’s stomach just above his groin. It was immediately apparent that, with each forward thrust, Kim’s little nose would push right into it.

“You’d better get started, Sweetie,” Doris told her. “These old men can only stand for a short period of time.”

Kim opened wide and leaned forward.

The cock in her mouth tasted a little funny, but it wasn’t that bad, so she started to slide her mouth back and forth. Sure enough, with her first forward thrust, her nose pushed right into the brown bag, such that she felt the shit displaced by it. Still, she kept bobbing her head to and fro, and soon felt the old man’s cock beginning to grow.

As she glanced around, she saw that she was completely encircled by men in wheelchairs now, the circle 3 to 4 rows deep. In addition, there were two nurses and Doris, with all eyes trained on her and what she was doing. In addition, both nurses and Doris had cameras out, aimed right at her. Doris noticed her eyeing the cameras and explained:

“The nurses were told to get pictures of you for the complex brochure; and your principal told me told me to get pictures specifically of you, Kim, for the school and his office. Kim paused to pose for the cameras, and then resumed.

Longer and longer, and harder and harder Mr Stabler’s rod grew. Kim was thrusting her head harder and harder onto it, trying to drive it down her throat with each thrust. It had grown so long and hard now that each thrust made it pop past her tonsils into her throat, and she was very pleased. It was now almost 6 inches long, but still her nose was jabbing the brown bag of shit with every plunge. Harder and harder she pumped harder and harder she felt her nose strike the bag and the belly behind it. Until, finally, the bag popped off its mooring and shit started to leak down into the old man’s groin. Seeing this, Kim dove forward to put her mouth as far onto his cock as possible and stuck her tongue out to catch the leaking fluid. A nurse stepped forward to reconnect the bag, but it was too late. Kim’s mouth was now filled with sift shit.

“It’s okay now, Kim” the nurse said kindly.

Kim withdrew a bit and resumed bobbing her head, now being a little more careful. The feel and taste of shit in her mouth was different, but not unpleasant to her. She found it kind of cool how it felt to be sucking a cock inside a mouth that was filled with soft shit. Everyone watched her in amazement.

Finally, Mr. Stabler’s whole body started to jerk, and everyone knew that he was exploding into Kim’s mouth. She slid back and tilted her head upwards a bit so he could see her face being filled up with his semen. Her eyes looked prettier than ever.

Finally, she slid off and opened up her mouth to reveal a pool of cum lying atop a mouthful of shit.

“Oh! Hold that! Hold that!” Doris said, fumbling with her camera in all her excitement.

About thirty pictures later, with Kim posing both with her mouth open and closed and smiling, a little stream of brown liquid shit leaking out the side of her mouth, Kim got to swallow. It took several swallows to coax everything down her throat. But finally, she opened wide and thrust out her brown tongue to show everyone that everything was gone.

It took several more blowjobs and some old guy actually taking a leak in her mouth before her tongue was its normal pink colour again. But Kim didn’t mind. Everyone just kept telling her how pretty she looked.

“Those pants look great on you, young lady,” Mr. Johnson said, fondling her ass and tracing the line of her panties through her black pants with his hand as he waited behind her in his wheelchair and she sucked off the man everyone just called ‘Old Abe’.

It was after her tenth blowjob that she was informed that, because older men were ‘assumed’ to produce less semen, she and the others girls at the complex would be expected to stay until about 9 p.m., and to give 60 instead of the usual 30 blowjobs, to make up for the difference. “That’s okay, isn’t it, Kim?” the nurse asked her. “We’ve already called your parents and they know that one of them will need to pick you up around 9.”

“Hmm hmmmm,” Kim nodded happily. She was in no hurry at all for this fun afternoon to end.


Katie, meanwhile, finished off Mr. Aldershot, Mr. Mullen, Mr. Bigsby, Mr. Thoms, and one janitor within her allotted 90 minutes and was off to the gym to see Coach Black and his two assistants and the senior basketball team. She’d blown a lot of guys in her short history, including several from the junior basketball team, but never one of the seniors. As she rushed excitedly down the stairs to the gym, she bumped into the principal.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said.

“Off to the gym?” he asked her.

“Uh huh,” she answered brightly.

“I’ll sneak down later with my camera,” he said, with a wink. “To get some nice pictures to show your mom.”

“Maybe we can meet in your office after all this is done so you can take even more pictures,” Katie said.

“More pictures?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“You know… family photos,” she answered, invitingly.

He smiled. “That would be fun.”

“It’s a date then,” Katie said, kissing her Dad and racing off to meet her ‘team’.

In the gym, the team was doing their drills, while Coach Black and his two assistants watched from the sidelines.

“Come here, Katie,” the coach said, waving her over. “You know Coach Little and Coach Byner, don’t you?”

“I know Coach Little,” she answered, trying not to laugh. She already blown him a couple of times, and he was anything BUT little.

“Well then,” the head coach said. “Tom, this is Katie Stanner, the principal’s daughter.”

“I know all about YOU, Miss Stanner,” Tom Byner said.

“Who doesn’t?” Coach Little added.

Katie gave him a ‘you’re a bad boy look’. “Just because of that, I’m going to do you last.” And with that, she dropped to her knees to start on Coaches Byner and Black, undoing one zipper and starting on that cock, all the while reaching over to undo the second zipper. Soon, her talented mouth was bouncing back and forth between the two coaches.


Coach Little ran over to where his players had all stopped their drills to watch. “Come on, guys. Get back to your drills,” he said. “You’ll all get to drill the principal’s daughter in a few minutes.”




Brooke Adams ultimately was thrilled that she wore her white shorts and top, but not because their colour matched the sailors uniforms. Instead, it was because she wouldn’t have wanted to get nice pants or jeans dirty kneeling on a ratty old horse’s blanket on dirt. She didn’t mind if her bare knees got dirty.

Plus, being such huge, warm-blooded animals, it was hot for her kneeling under each horse.

Yes, it was to the stables where this gorgeous blonde was brought on her first day, after she’d blown 5 commanding officers in the main officer’s lounge.

“He’s beautiful,” she said of the first horse, whose name, appropriately enough, was Lucky. “I didn’t even know that you guys even had horses.”

“Just ten of them,” she was told. “They don’t have any real official purpose. But several of the officers do ride, and this all used to be an army barracks where horses were used sometimes.”

“Are they going to get all frisky?” she asked, her only concern.

“Me and one of the stable hands will hold their front and back, so you’ll be safe under there.”

Brooke laughed, patted her first horse’s head, and then scooted back to his hind end, where a blanket was already on the ground waiting for her.

“Do I have to do them all 3 times?” she asked, staring up and out from where she was kneeling, just before starting.

The stable hand laughed and shook his head. “You’ll find that these fellows give off a lot more juice than men do. Ten of these boys will be plenty.”

Brooke laughed, looked straight ahead, opened her mouth, and dove forward.


Everything proceeded a little slower and lasted a little bit longer that first day than on subsequent days. It was past seven-thirty when the last bus left the naval base; and almost eight when buses from the men’s college loaded up to return back to the school. Girls assigned to have stayed at school left throughout the evening, depending on whether they could walk home, or needed a ride or bus ride home. Of course, Mr. Stanner and Katie drove home together.
Kim was the last girl to finish her first days work. The older men she was working on just needed more ‘encouragement’ to shoot their loads; many pissed into Kim’s mouth before they shot semen into it; but all of them ultimately did their duty and Kim did not discriminate between fluids, eagerly swallowing everything. Her Mom and Dad showed up at 7:00 so they could watch their daughter at work for an hour or two, and were not disappointed. They happily waited until 10:25, when she swallowed her last load.

“Dad?” Kim then offered.

Mom encouraged her husband to join in, but he shook his head. “Maybe at home,” he answered quietly.

On the days that followed, things ran smoother and smoother. For one, there was less pomp and ceremony. Second, the girls became more and more aware of where they had to go. And finally, they became more efficient once on their knees. Through the weekend, many girls were called to supplement whatever assignments they still had by prostituting themselves. Brooke, Katie and Kim all worked the street on Friday and Saturday night; and Stephanie carried a pager while a pimp named Ali drove her around to service clients Saturday and Sunday. All concern the girls had that they wouldn’t get enough cocks to suck were quickly put to rest. Wearing tight pink hot-pants, a baby blue, short-sleeved t-shirt and heels (a completely different look to what she’d worn for her seniors), pretty Kim kneeled to orally service more than 50 guys in a back alley on Friday night; and Saturday was even busier for her. A few clients wanted to go from another girl’s asshole directly into Kim’s mouth, and asked her if that would be okay. Of course, Kim just laughed and said that’d be fun. (She’d never, ever forget sweet old Mr. Stabler and his ‘belly bag’.)

Finally, it was with a certain amount of sadness that Sunday night came and girls said ‘goodbye’ to their first week’s assignments. Though excited to be try something new, they all had become fond of the places they’d grown used to and the males they had sucked. However, Monday morning came and, with it, a whole new wave of excitement. The girls all had 39 more weeks of this; and they all wanted to enjoy every single minute of it. Kim Henry, fortuitously dressed in baby blue shorts on this day, happened to be standing next to Brooke Adams when she opened her envelope.

“That’s odd,” Kim said.

Brooke glanced towards her, and Kim met her gaze.

“I’m going to the naval base; but there are only 15 names on my list.” Kim looked sad.

“Is one of them named Lucky?”

Kim looked more closely at her list, and then nodded.

“And Starbuck… and Racer?”

Kim nodded again.

Brooke’s face broke into a huge smile.

“Don’t worry,” she told Kim. “You’ll have a blast.” And then, glancing down at Kim’s gold-coloured wedge heels, she chuckled: “Just be careful to look where you’re stepping.”