"Imperial intelligence has received some indications that the Rebels may be involved in supplying arms to one or both sides but, again, there is no so...lid evidence that such a connection exists." Haarkov looked around the room, then nodded to Commander Cibock, GUSTAV's Commanding Officer."I think that's enough for now, Commander," Haarkov said, trying to sound pleasant. "Let me know when we're entering the Sepan system." Yes, sir," Cibock responded. "We should be there shortly."Haarkov nodded. (Was that real?--Jesus, it might be! Owen actually thought he remembered this mosaic from history class! Some Venetians or Neapolitans must've made a haul on it.)Marchant was now standing directly in front of Owen with his right arm extended, like an old friend, Owen thought. "David, it's nice to meet you. I hope you're ready for our little chat." Ah thank you Master Yves-Marchant. I hope so too." Owen said, trying hard to pronounce the 'Yves' properly without sounding too affected."Call me. I was getting a little restless, and it took a real effort not to squirm in my chair. Eddie, on the other hand, sat there motionless, as if he could sit and watch the endless loops of film in his head forever."When I give you that assignment," Pick finally began, gesturing to the stack of reports, "I was tryin' to come up with a way to make you focus on what's important here, Mr. Porter. To tell you true, I was expectin' you to scribble somethin' up and staple it together. I was not. “Well, your oral talents have also been noticed I can assure you.” I replied.She looked at me as she took of her jacket, blouse and bra. “Now come here and fuck me with that hard, big cock of yours.”I scooted up the bed and looked down at her. All she had on was her skirt that was bunched up over her waist, her heels and a pair of tights, ripped in all the right places. Just the sight of her made my cock go harder. I lean down and kissed her, feeling her hand go straight to my now throbbing.