‘Sharon… I’m going to be blunt. I have a friend. He’s a psychologist. His name is Patrick and he has agreed to see you. He’s good. I truly b...lieve… no, I know that he can help you,’ James informed her. He could tell by the look on her face that the words hadn’t sunken in yet. Finally, with a slightly surprised look, she replied, ‘I don’t need any help James. I’m fine.’ Sadly, he stated, ‘No sis, you’re not. Sharon, this is not an option. You don’t realize what’s happening to you. Something has. By doing so you showed your willingness to serve and protect this federation of civilizations and do your share to make it work. Some have come here after visiting a Recruiting office. Some of you might have simply boarded the space bus to Arsenal Gate to see what will happen.“All of you will have a chance to be evaluated. Before we ship you to Arsenal we need to test you. It is a process and an exhaustive battery if tests to find out if you meet the qualification requirements. Those. There was something peculiar going on as I walked into the kitchen and started looking around for some food. I knew there wasn't any, and thought about not eating for a third day would do for me. Perhaps I could order a pizza from a nearby phone. There had to be neighbors around here. I was quite a bit out from town though, so didn't imagine anybody delivering a pizza here, especially to an old mansion like this one. Not to mention being seen by someone looking the way I did just then. But if. She switched off the fan and I noticed her body for the first time. She was wearing salwar-kameez and it was almost drenched with sweat. It was pale yellow color and made patches under her arms, back and around her neck. Her skin looked creamy and I thought it’s worth being licked.She noticed me noticing her and smiled at me and asked if I need anything. I said nothing and went back to my phone. She started brooming. I was drooling over her cleavage which was visible more and more as she bends..