He lies next to me and pulls me close to him. “So what do you want to do?” I ask smiling. He kisses me deeply, “Anything you want.” I pull ...myself closer to him and whisper in his ear, “Tell me what you want?” He smiles and begins to unbutton my blouse. He smiles, “Figured out what I want yet?” I smile at him as I begin to undo his pants, “Major Tom ground control is reading you Loud and clear.” He smiles as he slips off his shirt and drops his pants showing me his erect member. I slide. I just went home, relaxed in the bathtub, and did my best for them not to plague my mind. Of course, it was still an uphill battle, but I managed to pull it off.Anyway, I came back to work and strolled down the hallway. "Fuck, I'm so dreading today. What the hell else could I do? They weren't listening to reason, and I couldn't take it for another second. It was like they were rubbing it in my face. Sarah might be attractive and have a pretty wife to showboat, but not here, not to me. I don't. With a stone face, he hurried toward the bridge.The Prison PlanetMorales sat on his rock, the first aid kit by his feet. Taking a breath, he yanked the piece of splintered arrow out of the back of his left hand. There had been only a little blood before the splinter was pulled, but now the wound began to bleed freely. "Shit. Must have hit a vein or something," he muttered as he grabbed a pad from the aid case to put pressure on the wound.While he was waiting for the bleeding to stop, he walked. A thought hit him. Dora responded with a mental smile. Michael added, He shook his head at the seemingly endless variety of parading pussies, then wandered off to see what kind of trouble he could get himself into.After the successes of the Valentine’s Day operation, the sting, and the follow up extractions/disappearances, a reign of terror descended upon Firster men and women wherever they were. Key success factors in the succeeding operations were carefully orchestrated. None were ever.