It was my assignment. I was a spy, and the man I worked for knew she was powerful but she didn’t have any magical items at the time, so she was vuln...erable. I was supposed to stop her from getting to where she needed to go.”“The problem was that she had just saved all of our arses from becoming space dust when our ships programming had been tampered with and I couldn’t do it. I was never good at killing in cold blood. I woke up in my cabin after my shift on the bridge and I had a knife in my. The auroras were puckering up into a wrinkly little mass of pale brown sentinels with the nipples sticking upward like a top hat on a gentleman. They were begging to be tasted, so I slowly ran my tongue up her breast until it approached the part that needed suckled and then, taking it in between my lips, I kissed and then sucked softly on her nipple.“O God,” she sighed loudly, “Ben, yes.”I took that as a sign that she wanted me to continue, so satisfying one, I switched to the other. As I. I gave Dad a big face breaking smile, I was in heaven, listening to the bike which I had stripped down and rebuilt roar.Dad instructed me to shut it off. When I had, he made me promise not to start it again unless he was present.I promised straight away, still so happy I hadn’t considered why he had asked me to do that.It was only that weekend that I discovered what dad had really meant.Mom and Dad sat me down and laid down some ground rules.I wasn’t allowed to start the bike without my Dad. All of this would be pretty much SOP, except we need the media and those blindly loyal to the administration kept in the dark long enough to keep evidence from being destroyed.”Note: SOP - Standard Operating Procedure - the normal way things are done within the organization.Mike McCorkle replied, “I hate to say it, but I’m not really surprised. The man is so convinced he’s smarter than everyone else he’s delusional, and our President is convinced he’s on a mission from God. That combination is.