“Nervous?” Astrid looked nervous asking the question, Jamie shrugged. “Nah, we’re here to help move the camp to the next phase of operations. ...It’s routine.” “Tactical Officer Crowley?” squawked his comm unit. “Crowley.” “Be advised, Camp Theta did not respond to comms-alpha. Situation Report.” “Erm, Camp intact, no sign of team though. Will recon, stand by.” “Roger Crowley, Casimir Out.” “Astrid, want to ask your question again?” Walking past the transports, the camp looked smaller flanked by. Erica said goodnight, and the two guys took off. As I went back to my bedroom, my mind whirled with thoughts of shame, curiosity, and most of all, passion. I was ashamed of spying on Erica, but even more ashamed that I had so enjoyed it so much. And my sense of curiosity – this was about my reaction to meeting Cameron. At my age, I look back and realize that when I was younger, interracial couples were much more rare than they are now. I am mildly shocked at myself for being so aroused by my. But he couldn't tell anyone that; his bosses didn't want to hear it, the Pentagon didn't want to hear it and he sure couldn't talk about it with this old man. The classification of Seek Missiles being two levels higher than just top secret, he and the old man would both go to jail if he even mentioned the name of the project out loud.The oddly dressed old man wrapped the music box in brown paper and twine and refused to take more than two dollars. Aaron left the little shop, still mystified,. Dalton's original assumption that Chad was straight still seemed to be accurate. His comfortable conversation and relaxed eye contact made Dalton wonder if he had forgotten having had his cock sucked only moments ago, and damn well too, if he did say so himself. But now it seemed they were talking like two old friends chatting at a company picnic. Chad turned to leave and paused as if Dalton should naturally leave with him. Dalton had no quarrel with the implied gesture and quickly joined.