Becky broke the kiss and patted Trudy lovingly on the bottom."Mr. Williams is waiting, Trudy. But, you and I'll get together real soon."Trudy backed a...way, almost falling off the porch. We watched her run to the limo and jump in. The door slammed and the limo sped off. I shut the front door behind us. Becky looked very happy, but exhausted, as if she were running on pure adrenalin. Her short, brassy blonde hair was spiked, like a punk rocker. I realized it was plastered with cum as was much of. Whilst I sensed her reciprocated interest, there was the small matter of a thirty-seven year age gap not to mention the trifling ten-thousand mile, continents apart inconvenience. I also told her quite frankly that were she my daughter, there is no way she would be meeting anyone off the Net any place, any time for whatever reason. As for the geriatric status of her 'admirer,' I would be recommending an urgent call to the FBI. Thing is though - no girl who freely admits to the world they are a. Theres a secluded lake. Most people go 2 a beach on the other side of the lake but we picnic and read on the grass under the trees. We're almost always alone.We watched the sun set, drank wine. I began 2 think how exciting it wud be 2 tie her up right there. Suggested it. Knew by her reaction that the notion excited her. The cords on the cooler wud work.She glanced round, sed Way 2 dangerous. I sed then lets go by those trees. Actually TO the tree.OMG. She started toward the woods. I grabbed. I...”“Sorry, Sir. It’s not going to happen, and you know the reasons why. I’ll gladly go on special missions with my team, and I’ll command Ship if she has to fight for Earth, but I’m still not going full-time anymore. I’ve had enough military life to last me forever.”Whitworth took out a cigar, prepped it, lit up and blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. “Ah, hell, we’ve been over this a dozen times, but I called you for another reason. Something has come up that’s just... different, and.