"Hazm was laced with the SANS agent."Hazm was laced with the SANS agent. I'd rather not." "But you're still willing to try it, no matter how addictive it is? "Fuck it," Josef said. "What do I care?" "Well, I care. That's why I won't do it," Garth said. "That has nothing to do with Nickolai's girlfriend and her playmate fucking each other blind." "Sure it does," Garth said. "They're not interested for their own reasons. Maybe they don't want to have sex with each other. Maybe it would strain their rooming together. Who knows? The fact is, they aren't having sex with one another, and it's none of your business if they are." Josef sighed at the short lecture. "Okay, okay," he said. "So, do you think we'll win tomorrow's match?" "Don't see why not," Garth replied cheerfully. "I mean, sure, Entrane's got a great reputation and a solid team, but hey, so do we. We're going to win tomorrow." "Damn straight," a voice grumbled from the chair behind them. Coach Seigal leaned forward in his chair. "Don't any of you doubt that for a second. Forget their reputation and record. You just have to score your opponents, man-to-man. Got that?" "Yes, sir," all three snapped. "Good," the coach rumbled, leaning back in his chair. "Josef, take your chair. We'll be landing in about twenty minutes." "Yes, sir," Josef said, heading off to find his seat. Nickolai leaned over and whispered into Garth's ear again. "Actually, they masturbate in the shower together, and sometimes they do play in bed. She wrote me and told me she woke up one night this close to orgasm 'cause Kiza had a hand between her legs. So she, uhm, had Kiza for breakfast." "Geez," Garth repeated yet again. |