I have. Benerdon just made one.What did Luden think?She just laughed.I take it you’re standing outside the door?Just entering. The body’s kind of ...on auto-pilot.We’ll break it as soon as possible. Did they spot you yet?They got very quiet very fast. I don’t believe they realize we’re communicating. And now Luden’s beckoning me to sit down. She’s asking me if I’m okay! Can you believe that?Can I assume she received a head nod?You’d assume correctly. They’re smiling when they think I’m not. ”“That is correct.”Taking a deep breath, Ed said, “And you wouldn’t like to be forced to expose the secret by clever questioning on my part.”“Yes, that’s right,” replied Bob. He was upset that Marguerite had sent him in here to find out how Ed had reacted to Ling.Ed replied, “I only have one question. Will this problem put my family at risk of harm?”This was a question that Bob felt comfortable providing a reply to, without violating the trust of his coworkers. He said, “I do not think. I still think about her when your down on me sometimes." Oh really?" This peaked my interest. "What about her?"Her eyes closed as if replaying the memory in her mind. "Her name was Cindy. One time after running in the sprinklers in my back yard, we were playing in the big playhouse grandpa built for us, still in our swim suits. I was sitting on the bench and she started to pat me between the legs...OH!" I was rubbing her clit and it interrupted her story."Please continue, mom. I want to hear. At first glance, one might mistake her for an unnaturally beautiful woman made in the very image of carnal desire. Every inch of her sculpted body is sinfully inviting, but that changes when Miria notices the strange markings that adorn her pale lilac flesh. Her leathery wings still half-shrouded in fog, belie a predator of unmatched grace.Her crimson eyes narrow in anticipation, eating up the delectable suspense as her prey squirms. It’s moments like these that are etched into her memory.