Shamani eats slowly at a plate of freshly carved fruits and some spiced apple. I hardly have the heart to eat, but the steaming pile of honey ribs is ...too much temptation and my empty stomach gets the better of me. In half an hour all the bones are picked perfectly clean. I let the last one fall to the plate and begin licking my fingers. Draven goes to watch TV and I help Shamani clear away. Draven's easy touchy-feely manner has made something painfully clear to me. Shamani has not yet touched. Each gate must be rigged for destruction. Each gate will receive an armed space station, called a Gatehouse.Each GateHouse will be armed and able to control traffic through the gates and in a case of emergency able to shut down or destroy the gate.A new Military branch is to be created. The Gate Keepers aka the TSGA and shall be under the auspice of a new section command which is going to be GATECOM. Union Industry and design companies will be asked to create new ships, technology, and devices. You know better then to push her into something, she will stop and walk away, but begging.. a little whining. At last, her supple lips cup the head of your turgid member and traced the edges along your swollen helmet. Gently the foreskin is pulled back to give more room.. not much more but enough for her fun. The graceful tongue was as strong and flexible as it's wielder, focusing on the tip, tickling the contours. A kiss brought her under the head, you stroke her hair in a strangely erotic. Red Nike hyperdunks, baggy black denim jeans with a black leather belt. And a red and black Nike sweater. With a black tee underneath. I grabbed my wallet and walked out the door. I reached the gates and started walking down my street to the bus-stop about 300 yards away. When I reached the bus-stop I waited for about 30 minutes until the bus arrived. I've always hated public bus's but with no other ride it'll have to do. I sat down near the back by myself in the corner. I got off at the mall,.