If the friendlies could zap the tail of the enemy with their machine guns, then the ship should drift in WF4 pseudo space until it was rescued by anot...her ship grappling onto it and bodily forcing it back into real space. Conversely, if a friendly could grapple with it, the enemy could be pulled into a higher WF pseudo space where, hopefully, it would be out of reach of its fellows.Anyway, this was the plan. The 4-ship flight found an enemy lazing along somewhat isolated from its fellows, so the. . how are they supposed to arrive?”“Sometime in the next day or so ... arriving by boat.”“Am I right to be worried?”“Yeah, but don’t let it get out of hand. We’ll be there to help them with whatever Maxwell sends. Not to change the subject, but what did you think of how our boy handled Samantha?”“I figured her out the moment she wasn’t presented with Monica and Maria ... and I was ... well, I had faith he wouldn’t be an asshole...”“Is that a psychotherapist term?”“Smart-ass ... I knew he. Don’t you think?”Our neighbour, nude and nubile, was in our bed and casually discussing the state of my underpants with my husband. This is going to take some getting used to, I thought. I’d been teasing him terribly about having sex with another woman.But it was all part of the game and I never thought I’d actually do anything like that just sexy conversation about wanting to stroke her soft skin, kiss her ripe lips, suck her firm nipples. Lick her glistening clitoris, slide my tongue into her. I want you to teach me everything, Mom.”“Oohh, Timmy!” is her only reply as she hugs me. Then she kisses me passionately. She finally breaks the kiss and says, “We need to get us some breakfast … or it’ll probably be brunch by now.”We get dressed and go to the little café just outside the hotel. Sitting across from Mom at the little table I see something different in her eyes, a bright spark and there is a big smile on her face. After we eat she says, “I know that I told you that I wasn’t going.