I stared at the door.“Nobody’s coming,” she said.Yeah, right, I thought. This was probably the same silly behavior that made her so dang popular... with the kids—at least for the first couple of months, before they realized she was a pushover.I was looking away, hearing my own breaths, wondering what the hell I was doing with this bimbo. I felt her foot tap my thigh. Her foot kicked over the lacey hem of my dress. I felt her toes on my skin. She had her tongue out, making this playful face, as she. "I am Susie. I am twenty-six. I have had two masters since taking the collar, and am skilled with mouth, cunt and anus. I sometimes misbehave in order to be spanked."She was very pretty, but I didn't want a pet who would deliberately misbehave to provoke me, so I thanked her and sent her away. One after another, others came; ranging in age up to early fifties, but all attractive in different ways. None of them, however, struck a chord. Some, I wanted to help, but that wasn't enough. I was. Her Death Stalker Mech righted itself and she continued on. Up ahead, off the coast of Oregon, was the American Carrier USS Enterprise. Her three-man unit of Mechs were going to disable her. She was on her sensors cruising at thirteen knots and heading directly for them. They could hear the thud as the planes landed."Conner, O'Bannon, I want you two to land on the fight deck. See if you can kick those planes over the side, and tear up her catapults. I am going for her rudders." You got it. She was direct as could be and not above propositioning husbands in front of their wives if she’d had a few. She made two runs at me and Gail would think it funny. She tried again while Gail wasn’t around. I acted like I was interested, let her steer us into a quiet place. She bent up to kiss me only to find my hand locked around her neck and slammed against the wall. “Listen close, bitch. You come on to me one more time and I’ll fuck your world up! You might not look so hot with a broken nose.