She winked back, and grinned broadly. His sister was really a cute girl, he thought, one that any guy would be lucky to screw. And now... she had fucked their father; the experience had made her glow, he saw, and wondered if he looked as joyful this morning. "Hi, everybody," Jenny said, skipping over to the stove and putting her arms around her mother's waist to kiss the back of her neck. "Morning, mom." "My, isn't everyone chipper. Gazing into a blood and tear stained face, L'mael realised that the face was as young as that of the novitiates in the hanger bay. Armed with sudden comprehension, L'mael looked for, and found, the mark of an un-bloodied initiate on her battledress. An un-bloodied initiate no more.Being a Sister of Battle was more than wearing the battledress. It was carrying the burden of knowledge on the soul, the burden of loss on the heart. There was only one person in this chapel that could help with that. Next door is a married couple. Her name is Ann, and she isn't a head-turner, but she isn't ugly either by any means. Beautiful eyes, great hair, small boobs, a nice round butt. A typical wife/mom who let some things good. But there's a confidence about her that makes her so sexy. Ann is tall, and wears short shorts around the yard, or yoga pants if she's out for a walk or run. I've had a crush on her for a long while, but they seem to be a great couple, I wouldn't want to fuck it up for them.. It was impossible that this could be happening to her in Willard's office with the picture of Willard shaking hands with the Secretary of Transportation still hanging on the wall. Any minute now she was going to wake up in hospital with somebody telling her she'd drunk a morning cup of coffee laced with LSD."Elisabeth -- talk." The guys with the rods held them up over our heads and made us stand still with our arms by our sides. Then the others felt our breasts. Three of them were around Anita.