THINK?!? They ‘think’ I’ll survive? That’s reassuring!I feel a hand on my shoulder, and jump, startled by Lela’s sudden presence.‘I don’...t understand,’ she tells me through the nanites.I realize that once again, I’ve been broadcasting. Looking back to our kids, I see that they’re all sleeping. . . Or pretending to sleep.‘They just spoke to me again,’ I send to her. ‘They said that they think I will survive the battle.’‘They are too young to speak, and they don’t have the small machines in them. Masters in as soon as I get the drone operators lined out. Harry, we have to get this SOB, because I don't want any of my friends hurt by his egomania."He went back out before I could formulate a reply to his statement. I was thinking about what I would do if I were in JJ's place, when there was a knock at the door, to which I hollered, "Come in." I looked up at Masters as he came to attention."At ease, Lieutenant. I'm not your superior as I said, and if you answer, or address me, do it as. 'Well Nicky isn't your mum a BIG bully?' Even a seven year old could sense the difference in our size and catching his mum's mood he too laughed. He'd been listening with a frown on his little face, not really understanding what we were talking about. Now seeing us laugh brought back his cheeky grin.His mum then gave me a squeeze but one hand was on the same spot as her blow had landed. It still hurt and despite my efforts to disguise it she noticed when I winced.'Oh sorry! Did I do that?' she. Warren had never really thought Collette was much of a looker – her face left much to be desired and she was a bit on the chubby side – but there was no denying that she had quite the rack. Looking at her rack on display as it was, he decided he needed a closer look.Stepping closer to her, Warren reached down and pulled up Collette's shirt. He took a moment to soak in the view of her tits in her bra cups, which were covered in some kind of design, avoiding looking at the slight roll in her.