“Why didn’t you tell us about this development?” His voice was hard and his gaze even harder. Shaun swallowed slightly.“Which development is t...hat?”“Sarah.”“What about Sarah?” he asked innocently. Shaun knew exactly what he was talking about but he didn’t want to admit it.“Jesus Christ man, have you seen the figure on the girl.”“It is rather nice isn’t it?”“Don’t fucking wise crack with me Shaun or I will knock that smug look right of your face.”Shaun stepped back nervously. The look on Phil’s. However, the Clark habitat seemed to be approaching the maximum load limit with ten kids, six concubines, and two sponsors. There remained some sexual tension between fifteen-year-old, sponsor-qualified Jason Lawrence and his mother, Rebecca, who had been accepted as a concubine by Lieutenant Clark.Space in the Avalareddy pod was at the opposite end of the spectrum from the Clark pod. Where just about every square meter of space was trod upon daily in Clark's, no one had set foot on the upper. “Mick, this is Naomi. Take your dress off Naomi, and don’t make me tell you again.”“What kind of woman do you think I am?” Naomi demanded angrily.Ah! My wife is no slut! Fuck you, Frank!“Relax! It’s me; Frank. What’s happened to us? We used to have so much fun.”“It’s over Frank. I’m not like that anymore.”I almost broke into song! Never mind that Frank was still conspiring to sell me out.“I don’t think you’ve changed, Naomi. You got bored. I’m just trying to spice things up a little.”“I don’t. NORTH.’ Jen was laughing so hard she was holding onto Father Jim and Reverend Logan for support. When the noise abated a little, I yelled, ‘Anyone know of a good dry cleaner?’ The shouts and jeers rose in volume again. When I started to climb out of the tub, Marisa yelled out, ‘Wait a minute, Mr. Fitz, I want a turn too.’ Needless to say, I spent the rest of the afternoon, being dunked into the tank (Much to the relief of my fellow teachers). I would hurl insults at any student who approached.