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Contents
Off Limits
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Epilogue
Dear Reader
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Ellie
Simon
Ellie’s been here for almost two hours, and I’m starting to fade.
There’s still no sign of Cal, despite me texting him right after Ellie
got here to let him know his sister showed up out of the blue.
When someone knocked on the door at midnight, at first I
wondered if Cal had managed to lock himself out. But he’d probably
bang on the door like a wannabe commando, and the knock seemed
more tentative. Then I wondered if it was maybe a hopeful booty
call. Between Cal’s reputation for providing anyone who wants it a
night of fun and the smaller section of girls who think that banging
me is some kind of walk on the wild side, it was a definite possibility.
Since I’m quiet, tend to limit my time at parties, and don’t flirt with
every woman in sight, apparently getting with me is seen as some
kind of challenge or adrenaline rush. And while I’m not above
helping myself to those offering, tonight I wasn’t in the mood. So I’d
opened the door prepared to gently turn away whatever chick had
shown up on my doorstep.
But then I came face to face with Cal’s little sister, her big dark
eyes blinking up at me with those impossibly long lashes, and my
intention to send whoever it was off to the party in search of
interested football players dried up in my mouth. I’d only met her
twice before, since Cal does his best to keep her away. I honestly
can’t say why, so having her on my doorstep in the middle of the
night was extra surprising. After doing a thorough visual examination
to make sure she wasn’t obviously injured—during which I took in
her pink cheeks, the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage peeking out of
her scoop neck tank top, and the lean expanse of leg showing under
her short denim shorts that covered an ass made for grabbing—I’d
glanced around behind her, looking for a car. No car. She must’ve
walked. But why?
Then she mentioned trouble with her roommate, and I
understand that all too well. Cal’s not so bad, but it helps that we
have a house and separate rooms. With my parents covering my
rent—my football scholarship and loans cover the rest—I’m able to
rent a house as long as I’m willing to have a roommate. Sometimes I
think living alone would be nice, but even a one bedroom would cost
more than my half of the rent here. But in the dorms, there’s no
escaping a bad roommate. Not quickly or easily, anyway. I don’t
know if her roommate locked her out for a booty call or is just
making her life miserable, but if she needs a quiet place to hang for
a while, what’s the harm in letting her watch TV with me?
It’s not quite the quiet night in I’d planned—she has her brother’s
habit of making comments during the show. But somehow her gasps
of surprise or pointed observations about the differences in the
portrayal of the characters in the show versus the old movies don’t
bother me. She’s entertaining and insightful, and when she tosses a
smile my way or looks over to see my reaction to something, it fills
my chest with a warm, gooey sensation I have no business feeling
around Cal’s little sister.
But damn if I want it to stop.
It’s getting late, though, and a glance at Ellie shows that she’s
fading too. She lets out a jaw popping yawn and stretches her arms
above her head. I quickly avert my gaze, trying to ignore the way
she arches her back and presses her tits toward the ceiling, the way
her shirt rides up, revealing a tantalizing strip of skin, the way her
shorts barely cover her ass, giving me an even clearer view of the
soft skin of her thigh. A thigh that would feel perfect wrapped
around my waist.
I yank my eyes back to the TV. I shouldn’t be thinking anything
like that about Cal’s little sister. He’d fucking kill me if he knew I was
getting a semi just from sharing a couch with her.
She settles back in, scooching around so she’s lying against the
arm of the couch, her legs still curled up so she’s nowhere near
touching me. The soft waves of her hair frame around her face—she
undid her ponytail a while ago, making herself comfortable.
Watching her pull out the band and shake out her hair had the floral
smell of her shampoo wafting over to me, and for a brief second, I
wanted to be the one to scrape my fingernails along her scalp and
shake out her hair. Her hair is medium brown, much darker than her
brother’s. He’s something of a golden god, all blond hair and tan
skin. Ellie has the same skin, though it’s a shade lighter, or maybe
that’s a trick because of the contrast with her hair that has more of a
reddish tint under the lamplight that I’ve never noticed before. Her
phone appears from somewhere, and her perfect bow shaped lips
purse as she studies the screen, the glow illuminating her face from
below. Combined with the light from the lamp on her end of the
couch, she looks almost angelic, but an angel of consternation with
her delicate brows pulling together.
“Bad news?” I ask.
She twists so she can look at me, letting loose another big yawn
and giving me a sleepy smile. “No. No news at all.” She sighs, and
her eyes drift closed for longer than a normal blink, but they open
again, mostly, and focus on me. “Sorry to drop in on your alone time
tonight.” She waves a hand. “My roommate said she’d let me know
when she was done. I thought I’d be out of your hair by now.”
I shrug and fight the urge to reach over and touch her leg. “No
problem. You didn’t interrupt anything exciting.”
Her brow furrows, and she looks me over, though this look
doesn’t feel as much like ogling as some of the other times I’ve
caught her staring and she turned away with a blush painting her
cheeks. “Why are you home alone, anyway? You never did say
where Cal is.”
“He’s at a party or something.”
That has her brows lifting. “And why didn’t you go? A big football
stud like you? Surely you’re welcome at any party you want to go
to.”
I can’t help chuckling at her characterization of me as a stud, and
I’m rewarded with another sweet sleepy smile. “Not in the mood.” I
shrug again. “Too many people, too much noise. And anyway, we’ve
got a new coach who came over from Iowa. He’s a real stickler for
everyone following the conduct rules. Since this is his first head
coaching job, he’ll have to prove himself, which means coming down
hard on any conduct violations. Parties mean more opportunities to
fuck up. No, thanks.”
Her eyes are sharper and less glazed with sleep when I chance
another glance and catch her studying me. Ellie’s not particularly shy
about looking at me, but this feels like she’s peering inside me,
weighing me to see if I measure up. To what, I’m not sure. But
somehow I care very much about the answer.
I hold my breath, waiting for her verdict.
“You’re a good guy, Simon,” she says softly. Then another yawn
shows off her tonsils.
“Thanks.” A wave of pleasure at her judgment washes through
me. I’ve been called a lot of things by girls over the years—hot,
huge, grumpy, withdrawn—but rarely do girls care much for what
kind of guy I am. They care if they can get me into bed, and once
there, if I can get them off. At least lately. Sure, I’ve had girlfriends
before, but the last couple of years I’ve been focused on football and
school, making sure I’m at the top of my game, working to help the
school change divisions and give myself the best shot at an NFL
Combines invitation, which will get me to the draft.
Even though Ellie’s done her fair share of ogling—not that I have
any room to judge, since I’m guilty of the same thing—it seems like
she sees me as more than just a hot, grumpy offensive lineman. A
lopsided grin claims my face at the way she’s snuggling into the arm
of the couch. She’s too cute for her own good. “You’re about to pass
out on my couch.”
She waves a hand. “I plead the fifth.”
Without a word, I stand and head to my bedroom to pull out the
extra blanket I use in the winter. Old houses get drafty when it gets
below freezing. By the time I get back to the living room, Ellie’s
breathing has deepened and slowed, and when I step as softly as
possible in front of her, trying to skip the board that creaks the
loudest, I see that she’s fully asleep, her hands tucked under her
face, those perfect bow lips parted ever so slightly. She looks like
one of the princesses in the stories I read to my little sisters when I
was in high school, just waiting for Prince Charming to come in and
kiss her to break the spell and restore her to her family and
kingdom.
Too bad I’m no Prince Charming. According to everyone around
me, I’m the opposite of charming—quiet, standoffish, too reclusive.
Most people think I’m pissed half the time. One of my friends’ ex-
girlfriends always told me I have resting bitch face.
Clearly not a Prince Charming candidate.
And it’s not like Ellie’s a princess in need of rescuing anyway.
Despite her showing up seeking sanctuary tonight, I get the feeling
that she’d be the kind of princess to befriend the dragon and rescue
herself, no knight in shining armor required.
Besides, I remind myself for the millionth time tonight, she’s Cal’s
little sister. I know how he feels about his friends sniffing after her.
Apparently that was an issue in high school, not that she actually
dated any of his friends, but they’d joke about hitting on her just to
get a rise out of Cal. Which, I mean, it’s not exactly difficult to get
him riled up, especially where Ellie’s concerned, so I can see why
they’d choose that option to press his buttons. But I wouldn’t do
that to him. I don’t get pleasure out of watching people get
themselves all spun up about something.
I drape the blanket over Ellie and turn off the lights and the TV
before heading back to my own room. I shoot off one more text to
Cal to let him know that Ellie’s crashing on the couch and to be quiet
when he comes home.
***
Ellie
***
Simon
Another night at home alone. Cal’s out with a few other guys from
the offensive line, celebrating today’s win. I should be out with
them, especially after this morning, but …
I’m just not really in the mood. I went out with them for a little
while, hitting the sports bar not too far from campus that we
frequent. But after one beer, I bailed.
I jacked up my shoulder in the third quarter, which made a good
excuse to leave early. I’m under orders to take it easy and alternate
ice and heat every twenty minutes while I’m home for the rest of the
weekend. And we all know that the sooner you get on that, the
better it works, so no one gave me too much shit for rubbing the
offending shoulder, paying my tab, and heading home.
But now I’m restless. Bored. The house seems too empty, even
though I’ve spent plenty of time on my own over the summer.
And if I’m honest, it’s not really Cal’s company I’m missing. If I
were, I would’ve stayed out.
No.
Having Ellie here last night was … unexpectedly pleasant. She’s
funny. Sweet and pretty in an unpretentious, unassuming way, and
even though she didn’t hide how much she was checking me out
when I answered the door shirtless, she didn’t throw herself at me
or do anything to make the situation awkward. And I usually get
annoyed when people talk during shows and movies, but her
observations made me laugh and think by turns. Her conflicting
emotions about the story arcs for the different characters made me
do more than just passively observe the show unfolding on the
screen in front of me and engage with it more deeply.
It was fun.
Watching the show without her tonight doesn’t hold the same
magic.
I’m getting up to put the ice pack back in the freezer when
there’s a knock on the front door.
Frowning, I yell, “Coming!” as I close the freezer door and head
down the hall, wondering who the hell it could be this time. To my
surprise, Ellie’s on the other side, a square white bakery box held in
front of her like an offering and a sunny smile stretching her glossy
pink lips wide.
“Hi!” she says brightly. “Cal kicked me out before I saw you this
morning, so I got some cookies for you as a belated thank you.” She
thrusts the box at me, her eyes lingering on my bare chest as she
waits for me to accept the box.
“You got me cookies?” Slowly, my hands come up and lift the box
out of hers, and I can’t help noticing how small and delicate her
hands are compared to mine. Because of course they are. Compared
to me, she’s tiny.
“Yup!” she chirps, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
She has it loose tonight, and it falls in a sleek curtain just past her
shoulders. “I figured since I didn’t get to at least say thank you in
person or make you breakfast this morning, I’d drop by with these.
But, um, well, I’m sure Cal doesn’t want me hanging around. I’m not
fishing for an invite inside or anything. Just dropping off cookies.”
She gestures at the box in my hands, as though I might not realize
which cookies she’s referring to. “Anyway. Thanks again.” She gives
a little wave. “See you around.”
She’s stepping backwards, half turned to navigate the stairs back
down, when the impulse to stop her becomes too overwhelming.
“Wait.”
She stops and turns back to me, one hand on the banister, one
foot in mid air, poised to take the first step down. “I got a bunch of
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for certain highly volatile acid gases, such as phosgene and hydrocyanic acid, and
because oxidizing agents are needed for certain gases. To overcome these
deficiencies the use of an alkali oxidizing agent in combination with the charcoal has
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and mechanical strength are difficult to attain. The latter had never been solved until
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Testing of Absorbents[31]
Absorbents should be tested for moisture, hardness, uniformity of
sample and efficiency against various gases.
Moisture is simply determined by drying for two hours at 150°.
The loss in weight is called moisture.
The hardness or resistance to abrasion is determined by shaking
a 50-gram sample with steel ball bearings for 30 minutes on a Ro-
tap shaking machine. The material is then screened and the
hardness number is determined by multiplying the weight of
absorbent remaining on the screen by two.
The efficiency of an absorbent against various gases depends
upon a variety of factors. Because of this, it is necessary to select
standard conditions for the test. These were chosen as follows:
The absorbent under test is filled into a sample tube of specified
diameter (2 cm.) to a depth of 10 cm. by the standard method for
filling tubes, and a standard concentration (usually 1,000 or 10,000
p.p.m. by volume) of the gas in air of definite (50 per cent) humidity
is passed through the absorbent at a rate of 500 cc. per sq. cm. per
min. The concentration of the entering gas is determined by analysis.
The length of time is noted from the instant the gas-air mixture is
started through the absorbent to the time the gas or some toxic or
irritating reaction product of the gas begins to come through the
absorbent, as determined by some qualitative test. Quantitative
samples of the outflowing gas are then taken at known intervals and
from the amount of gas found in the sample the per cent efficiency of
the absorbent at the corresponding time is calculated.
Canisters
After an absorbent has been developed to a given point, and is
considered of sufficient value to be used in a canister, the materials
are assembled as described in Chapter XII. While the final test is the
actual use of the canister, machine tests have been devised which
give valuable information regarding the value of the absorbent in the
canister and the method of filling.
Man Tests
The final test of the canister is always carried out by means of the
so-called “man test.” Special man-test laboratories were built at
Washington, Philadelphia and Long Island. These are so constructed
that, if necessary, a man may enter the chamber containing the gas
and thus test the efficiency of the completed gas mask. In most
cases, however, the canister is placed inside or outside the gas-
chamber and the men breathe through the canister, detecting the
break point by throat and lung irritation.
The following brief description of the man test laboratory at the
American University will give a good idea of the plan and procedure.
[32]
The man test laboratory is a one-story building, 56 ft. in length
and 25 ft. in width. The main part is occupied by three gas
chambers, laboratory tables, and various devices for putting up and
controlling gas concentrations in the chambers. A small part at one
end is used as an office and storeroom.
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nature. This is secured by means of a 6 ft. fan connected to suitable
ducts. The fan is mounted on a heavy framework outside and at one
end of the building. The fan is driven at a speed of about 250 r.p.m.
by a 10 h.p. motor. The main duct is 33 in. square, extending to all
parts of the building. A connection is also made to a small hood used
when making chemical analyses.
The gases, fumes, etc., drawn out by the fan, are forced up and
out of a stack 30 in. in diameter, extending upward 55 ft. above the
ground level.
The main features of each of the three gas chambers are
identical. Auxiliary pieces of apparatus are used with each chamber,
the type of apparatus being determined by the characteristics of the
gas employed.
Fig. 76.—Man Test Laboratory,
American University.
Each chamber is 10 ft. long, 8 ft. wide and 8½ ft. high, having,
therefore, a capacity of 680 cu. ft. or 19,257 liters. The floor is
concrete, and the walls and ceiling are constructed on a framework
of 2 × 4 in. scantling, finished on the outside with wainscoting and on
the inside with two layers of Upson board (laid with the joints lapped)
covered with a ½ in. layer of special cement plaster laid upon
expanded metal lath. The interior finish is completed by two coats of
acid-proof white paint. The single entrance to the chamber is from
outside the laboratory, and is closed by two doors, with a 36 × 40 in.
lock between them. These doors are solid, of 3-ply construction, 2½
in. thick, with refrigerator handles, which may be operated from
either inside or outside the chamber. The door jambs are lined with ³/
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At the end of the chamber opposite the doors, a pane of ¼ in.
wire plate glass, 36 × 48 in., is set into the wall, and additional
illumination may be secured by 2 headlights, 12 in. square, set into
the ceiling of the chamber and of the air-lock, respectively, and
provided with 200 watt Mazda lamps and Holophane reflectors.
Openings into the chamber, five in number, are spaced across this
end beneath the window and 9 in. above the table top.
Fans are installed for keeping the concentration uniform.
Field Tests
It will be observed that all of the above tests are concerned only
with the efficiency of the absorbent and its packing in the canister.
No attempt was made to determine the comfort and general “feel” of
the mask. For this purpose field tests were devised, covering periods
from two to five hours. The first test was a five-hour continuous
wearing test. It was assumed that any mask which could be worn for
five hours without developing any marked features of discomfort
could, if the occasion demanded it, be worn for a much longer period
of time. A typical test follows:
8:00 to Instruction and adjustment of gas
8:30 mask.
Gas-chamber tests
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9:30 activity
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11:30 periods of rest
11:30 to Tests of vision
12:00
12:00 to Games to test mental condition of
12:30 subjects
12:30 to Gas-chamber fit test
1:00
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Protective clothing was an additional feature of the general
program of protection. As far as factory protection is concerned, the
use of protective garments was more or less of a temporary
expedient and they were abandoned as fast as automatic machinery
and standard practice made their use less necessary. It is likewise a
question regarding their value at the front. It is very certain that the
garments developed needed to be made lighter and more
comfortable to be of much value to the fighting unit.
The first development of protective clothing was along the lines of
factory protection. The large number of casualties in connection with
the manufacture of mustard gas made it imperative that the workmen
be protected not only from splashes of the liquid mustard gas, but
also from its vapors. The first suit developed provided protection to
the entire body. The ordinary clothing materials and even rubberized
fabrics offered little protection but it was found that certain oilcloths
were practically impermeable to mustard gas. The suit was a single
garment, buttoning in the back, with no openings in the front, no
pockets and with tie-strings at wrists and ankles. The head was
protected by means of an aluminium helmet, supported by means of
a head band resting on the head like a cap and slung from the inside
of the helmet; this permitted slight head motions independent of the
helmet. In order to provide cooling and ventilating and pure air
breathing, the suit was inflated by pumping a considerable volume of
air into the suit through a flexible hose long enough to permit
considerable freedom of movement.