She had just planned on taking her morning shower as she usually did. Still a bit worn out from the night before, she had not even noticed that someon...e was in there. When she had been about to enter it, she had seen Martin. Even though she should have walked away, she had not. Instead, she had been compelled to hug him and thank him for being so understanding about her and Jessica's needs. After that, she was suddenly soaping his body like she and Jessica usually did."You bloody fool. Why? Why. I finished my laundry so I'm here doing yours and then I'll make dinner, OK?" That's fine, but you didn't have to do that." Mattie, get used to hearing this, I love you and will do anything for you."I smiled and said, "Right back at you!" You have someone else in your office right now, don't you?" She asked."Why YES, I do!" I answered as she knew by my not saying I loved her aloud.A Production Quantifier was in downloading from our wheel, as they do every Monday, to make up reports. It's all. I don't think they care if we fight the Sa'arm so long as we remain dependent on them to get us to and from the fight. I expect that as long as they don't have to actually think about pulling the trigger so that they cause death of a possibly sentient (though from your description I'm not sure how they classify the Sa'arm as sentient) being. That they would prefer us not to know how to get around the galaxy is undoubtedly true. The thing is I can't blame them for their paranoia. We are at least. Tara smoothes out her sundress and says, “I surprised you got us in here on such short notice.” She looks around at the faux country décor. “I’ve always wanted to eat here. Thank you for bringing me.” You Grin. “You can thank me right now, Tara.” She cocks her head, smiling but confused. “Get under the table and suck me off.” When her mouth drops open, you add, “A little wider than that.” Her look of shock slowly changes to a naughty smile. “You’re bad. But you better tell me if the.