He grew up riding on trains, eating hobo stew, and living the life of a wanderer free of any economic ties to any single location.He finally reached t...he flat stretch of the road where pedaling would be easier. It was less than a mile to the restaurant where he would meet the Sheriff, but that was not his immediate destination. Below him, a shallow stream cut through a meadow. The fast moving water sparkled in the sunlight drawing the eye from the green meadow that it divided in two. He would. Behind him, Seven of Nine strutted sexily into the room. "You are Sean and Emily Lowell," she asked in a tone that seemed less question than statement of fact.Emily glanced at Sean, then she nodded. "But what ...?" Where is it?" the Klingon demanded of Sean."What?" Sean asked after a quick glance at Emily.The Klingon frowned, but Seven put her hand on his arm. "Easy, Mike," she chided. She smiled at Sean and Emily. "Klingons can be a bit ... impatient," she explained.Mike frowned. "Bah! . I have always tried to make everything effortless for my partner and I was very flattered when a friend told me I was easy. That was always my goal, to make it easy and natural.Now my bare waist was between his thighs. I took his cock in my hand. The girth and the hardness excited me. I stroked him firmly, letting my thumb glide over the pre cum forming on the tip. I bent down to take his dick in my mouth. I love the smell and taste of men and so lost myself in the act, every part of me. . but something didn’t fit, and it was making him more uncomfortable by the second.For the third time that day, and the twentieth time that week, Niles considered dropping in to see Brandi’s mother. Just to see if she’s spotted anything, he told himself, before recognizing his thought process for the flimsy excuse that it was.He didn’t want her wisdom - he just wanted to see her. But he couldn’t. She’d made it very clear that she had no interest in interacting with him in a non-professional.