" Damn it, Jake. I'm the one who's supposed to be the ship therapist..." She sounded mad at herself. "I knew I was getting too close to her for object...ivity. I was just so fucking grateful I didn't have to deal with suicidal depression for more than one day." So what do we do?" I asked, unhelpfully."Lithium or Seroquel, only we can't do that until Hawaii – tomorrow – and we'll have to get her into treatment, which she may not want to do. I'm sure she's feeling 'just great' right now. It's a lot. I ask her Were the rules clear? Yes they were sir, what would you like me to do? (I love it when she calls me sir) I look at the table and there is nothing on it. I tell her Come over here and lay on the table on your stomach. The table is a rectangle shape and is just a little smaller then her. She gets on the table and her head hangs off one end. I walk in front of her and pull my cock out of my pants. She looks at me and says Wow that is huge, I dont know if I can get that in my mouth.. It amazes me sometimes that they can speak coherently at all."The assembled politicians and military leaders all had a laugh at this jest although, in truth, none of them really thought it was all that funny. But when the CECM made a joke, you laughed at it. That was proper etiquette after all."In any case," Billings went on, "I suggest we concentrate more on Ms. Whiting's message than the words she used to deliver it with. Though no firm terms have been laid out, she is offering us a portion. A quick few hundred bucks and a days work. This one was not working out. Already I was out of pocket on expenses with nothing to show the client. The only lead was Miss Irene Clearmont, a sexagenarian woman who was connected to all the right people and came out of nowhere just ten years ago. Difficult to get to talk to, impossible to trace, money in spades and privacy of impenetrable proportions. ?So tell my readers about your investments in Long Island!??I have part of a special farm in the.