”“I don’t know your password.”“Oh.” She blushed yet again. “It’s ollierocks.”“No.”“Yeah. One word. Lower case.”“You are lo...vely, you know that, right? o-l-l-i-e-r-o-c-k-s. Okay, I’m ... Oh.”“Hmmm?”“What have you been reading?”“Told you.”“You, dearest Georgia, have a dirty mind.”“Well, you knew that.”“Yeah, but now I have proof. Hell, I can go to the media.”“And tell them what?”“George is a pervert. She reads porn in the bath.”“Erotica.”“Whatever.”“And tries, largely unsuccessfully, to. And while you're on the flight deck, warn the mechanics not to use comm channels or ship records for anything concerning Sophia or the Warlock." Yes, sir." She let herself out.Bren turned back to Sophia once the door was closed, "What was that about?" He asked her evenly.She was pale, but defiant. "The less people who know I am here, the less likely we'll draw even more attention." So you chose to insult my first officer instead?"She spread her hands, palms up. "Be reasonable, Bren. Even if. I will let him treat me like a slut, and I won't have to do a damn thing. We ate our lunch and then it was free time. There's a game room on campus, just a bunch of couches and they show movies all day. Most of the girls decided to go to the game room, but I was exhausted so I excused myself and went back to my room. I laid down on the bed and shut my eyes. My cell phone started ringing, and it was Mr. Jackson. He told me to meet him in his office in five minutes. Mr. Jackson is a nice. In spite of Michaela being dressed "for the road," her loveliness showed through. Dark brown tresses dangled about her shoulders - her knit top revealing a nice hint of cleavage. Milky fair skin and deep brown eyes rounded out her great appearance.We dined - we laughed - we spoke of serious things. Both coming from very large families, we compared notes and experiences. What a tremendous time. The miles clicked by as the train did not stop for a considerable distance. I told Michaela that I'd.