Normal work attire may have hinted at her proportions and sometimes even showed a hard nipple, but this cocktail dress displayed the most magnificent ...cleavage I have ever seen. Her big tits looked like g****fruits, aching to be pushed up completely out of her dress. My eyes traced the valley between those fat globes and I was struggling to look away. She also smelled fantastic and it was all I could not to get a hard on as we rode along, her leg and body pressed against me in the backseat. . Talk in the barracks was always about how we could get rid of her, this ranged from outright killing her to everyone going AWOL just to get away from her, none of these were feasible, the killing her especially we were pissed off with her but not to that extent. Then one of the guys said what about hypnotising her to be more friendly towards us and make life easier, I dismissed this straight away, but after threats of do it or else I decided to give it a go. The idea being if I could get her. ” “No. If you’re bad at math you get 30% completely wrong. How did you get partial credit to so closely match the minimum average you need to pass?” He gave me an appraising look. I said, “Don’t bullshit me.” “On the first test I calibrated how much each step in a problem counted toward the total by getting some parts correct and some wrong. I then resolved to get 70% credit , on average per problem, for the remaining tests,” he smiled at me winningly. “Ms Anderson may be a dumb bitch, but she. Twenty minutes later... "Two minutes," Shephatiah calmly called out. "All systems nominal. The photonic carrier wave is strong and stable." Sheffie was monitoring the communications console in my inner study, with Chanah as her assistant. They were showing no hesitation in driving the system into a very strange configuration. We were about to establish a covert link to the other side of the planet.I glanced around and looked at my wives. I imagined we were all probably a bit nervous, but none.