Just once in a while, and then never very seriously - that initial uncomfortable feeling would turn me off every time. But a few days later I was read...ing and chilling and thought about masturbating, and the "fulfilled" feeling came to mind, so I decided to try again.This time I got some lube and the dildo and went into the bathroom where the shower seat was perfect for this sort of thing. After lubing my finger and making it slip up inside me all the way, I sat, knees spread, balanced on the. “Excuse me boy, how about you rephrase that” Tom said looking down on his tiny frame. It was obvious this wasn’t his full time work probably some student from the college on a part time or summer job.“Eh, sorry?” He said with as he screwed up his face looking at Tom.Tom looked at his servers name badge as he sat his hand on “Brandon’s” shoulder and with a stern look on his face asked again;“Well Brandon, why don’t you re-ask that and maybe I’ll consider it”Tom began to squeeze his shoulder. She looked startled. “I like being an Admiral.”“We have plenty of enemies. We finish one and another comes along. We hear the Ant-Spiders are interested in invading,” I told her.“I think you are leading me through the nebula of Narob. We are much more powerful than you are mentally and technologically,” She replied.“Yes, you think so but is it true?” I asked, and showed her the Collective ships knocking out Destroyer ships with one or two shots. I replayed twice for her a dreadnaught being hit. I grinned as much as my mangled spine would let me and I let her put me into cuffs. She didn't bother with playing with any self-destruct buttons this time (she muttered something about dropping an asteroid on it later), so I sent the self-destruct command via my implant while she was flying me off to Phoenix and into the waiting arms of some Federal Marshals. Alas, my welcoming committee did not also include a good chiropractor.Expecting all sorts of nasty deviousness from me, the Marshalls.