" Is that the good news or the bad?" The bad," Agent Rendel said with a dry smirk. "The good news is that we managed to salvage around three percent o...f the data." That doesn't sound very good," Colonel Jerrik shot him an incredulous look."All in all, it's not," the other man conceded. "But we did learn a few things. We know for a fact that nineteen have been destroyed or self-destructed to avoid capture. We think there were thirty-seven assassin robots built. Most were sold to the Chinese. . this is neat." She was looking through the coffee table book I'd had made. Pictures of the nugget and the entire process it took Benjamin Mint to make gold coins from 'scratch.'As she turned each page I presented her with samples of the process displayed in the pictures.A scale model of the 'nugget' ... Very heavy, it was real gold after all.Then a 'blob' of dipper gold from the first melt.Next, an example of slag before the chlorine gas treatment.An example of the platinum and silver. Her hands struggled slightly against me. I thought for a moment she was trying to stop me and put her down, giving her a bit more space if she wanted this to end here. Not that I wouldn’t be devastated if that did happen, but there was no way I would ever force anyone. As soon as she had the room it became apparent all she was doing was trying to get my top off, and I willingly helped her. Her eyes travelled across my chest, clearly appreciating the lines and muscles, and her hand moved. "It's not like a teenage girl has thrown her naked pussy at me and said, "Eat me."The girls started cracking up.And then Sharise looked at me, hesitated a second, and finally said, "If you were given a chance, would you do it?"I didn't know how to respond. First and foremost, I was married to my step-daughter Karissa's mom. I wasn't sure if Karissa would rat me out if I told the truth. And then, I wasn't sure if Sharise was just playing games with me. But God, my dick was getting hard inside my.