It was Tuesday, and Jack was walking across the quad, headed to meet Robin for lunch.
He was barely a third of the way across when he heard a high-pitched voice say, "Hi! Um, can I talk with you while you walk?"
He turned and saw it was the ROTC girl from before, but instead of a uniform, she was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a light jacket.
Her expression was serious, and he didn't see any signs of fervor or obsession.
"Sure, I can spare a few minutes. What did you want to talk about?"
"I keep replaying in my head the last time we talked, and I just can't figure out why I said what I did. I thought it was a fluke, but when I saw you just a few moments ago, I felt the same thing."
"Hmm?"
"It... Um, I feel this inexplicable urge to call you sir. And at the same time I also feel this urge to offer myself to you. And not in a crude, spread my legs for you, kind of way, but as an offering."
