We could hear Sam bitching about the dirt before Val shut the door.“We’ll get to you next,” Val told Eloise. “Refreshments? Sparkling wine?”...Eloise melted, “The one thing I missed ... decent drink. I’d love a ‘32. Thanks.”A stemmed crystal goblet brim-full of a bubbly light pink beverage appeared on the table.“No gulping,” said the ceiling. “How about you, Dave?”“Underage ... damnit.” I replied.“Not on Crossroads,” he giggled.“Wait ... Timma?” I asked Val.“Timma Anthropologist.”“That kid?”“I’m. “Can’t keep em and can’t let em go!”“We HAVE to let them go.” Lieutenant Cruz insisted. “Are you CERTAIN the CO really meant we should handle this OURSELVES? And just keep him advised? I’d love to kick this back upstairs and not be involved. Danger Will Robinson!”“Authority to delegate is the best clean hands device ever invented.” Olé assured her.“Agreed, they have to be freed. They WILL be missed! When, where and how they’re freed, has to work for US! Keeping our secrets and location, um. “You’ve been a bad boy, stealing from a police officer. I’m afraid I have no choice but to punish you.”“Ok officer I confess I’m a very bad boy”With that she slapped my cock (ouch) it began throbbing and pulsing red straight away. I handed her over the next parcel and told her to try it on. After a few minutes of being upstairs I called her on her mobile and pleaded,“Doctor, doctor, please doctor I need help”“What’s the matter Sir”“My dick it hurts, I think I need you to give it some. I was a little upset, but that didn’t make the passion inside me let down. When she walks after dinner, I take my nephew out in the balcony, from where I and the girl can see each other and I can let her listen to my words, and I talk to my nephew, in a double meaning sentence, like asking about dinner, how was the day and all.A week later she also started responding me by looking out for me whenever she steps out, whether in the morning, evening, or any time of the day. Fortunately, I also had.