Needless to say, as soon as I got to my bedroom, I shut the door, got on my bed, and brought out my phone.I began licking my lips and glued my eyes on... my phone. "Oh, you dirty woman, Danica. You're letting some guy, that isn't your husband, make love to you. Wow, you are stunning, to say the least. You're committing adultery, but this is still rather hot. I never got to see your breasts, but they are to die for, no kidding that Phil wants you. What kind of history do you two have? Well,. . you feel unfulfilled."You start to understand where the showman was going with all this."I've already tried my fair share of sexual simulators, but thanks..." you say."Of course you have. That's my point," the man says. "That's why you feel unsatisfied. No ill will towards my co-inventors, but I'm afraid their inventions are so... how shall I put it? So... now."The man takes you by the elbow and leads you past a couple of stalls to a small door set against a back wall. A wall that you are. All of the council, as well as most of the Federation, had already watched all the episodes of Star Trek. They approved Jim's plan for building the military ships. There were plans for one Carrier class vessel for each planet in the federation. They would carry fifty fighters per ship, plus 100 fighters would be stationed on each planet. There would be built a total of twelve Battleships with a crew of eight hundred each, twenty-four Cruisers, and two hundred fifty other support ships. With the. .. afraid something might be wrong."Cindy Pooler had just let herself in with her passkey, using her supposed concern for Paul's welfare as an excuse. She stood just outside Paul's open bathroom door, pretending to be respecting his privacy. The bubble bath, however, gave Paul the only effective privacy he could get in that cramped little room."No, I'm OK, Cindy. I can knock on your door, later, when I get out of the tub, if there's something you need." Oh, no. Not really. I -- I found this.