Belatedly, I realized she was probably doing it to make me forget what was happening."Anything?" the Empress asked."No, Your Highness, not yet." Keep ...monitoring them. It's only a matter of time before they think to link with the one we didn't put a patch on," she said."You mean Cindi?" the Science Officer asked."That's not Cindi. I don't know who she is, but she's not Cindi." What if she uses her powers to set them free? She doesn't have a patch on and the field in the room is inactive." She. Will spent a lot of time practicing with us that week. He had decent accuracy, and he was a lot ballsier than Terry was, but didn’t quite have the speed and strength to go long distances yet. Still, he was a sophomore, and he might pick up more power as he got older. Most of us felt that even if he wasn’t a Eugene Strackmeyer or Dix Vercolo he was still a shitload better than nothing, which was what Terry Toussaint effectively was. No, we didn’t say that to Terry. He felt bad enough as it was.. A brief lull in the debate ensued. Lisa popped a chupa-chupin her mouth (the only way to effectively shut her up,apparently) and drifted off into some intellectual twilightzone. Debbie continued fiddling with Jessie's skimpy whiteknickers, pulling on the tag and snapping the elastic. Acool breeze whipped through the park, stirring the treeslike an Autumn whisper. Jessie shivered momentarily,feeling a delicious rush of gooseflesh cover her belly.This had turned out to be such a wonderful. " she cooed back at him, wiggling her ass to get him situated a little better inside her.While it had been a while since they had last made love, it had been almost a year since they had "played" with unprotected sex. It was always exciting; the realization that if he lost control he would fill her with his (no doubt) potent sperm. He seemed to find the idea erotic, too, but he always said he "didn't want no damn kids" and would put on a condom after only a minute or two of minimal.