I didn't even get concerned when I thought I heard the sound of tires on gravel nearby.I perked up, though, when there was a knock on the door. We wer...n't expecting anybody, and on the few occasions when somebody dropped by for a visit, there was usually a phone call first. Even the neighbors in the park were good about asking loudly outside before knocking. And this knock didn't sound friendly. Couldn't put my finger on it. Call it a premonition.The door was locked. Always was when we were at. As I grew up, I decided dad wasn't going to start any more shit with me!I became a black belt (without ever telling him), and I also bulked up; I had other interests as well, and some muscle never hurt a teenager!It was the sixties, and fathers were still getting away with everything; but my father was losing control entirely too often!His routine on weekends, was always the same: He'd force mom to suck him, and then he'd slap her for not letting him cum in her mouth!Then, he'd drill her for. I think the present arrangement is for convenience of internal administration with only minimal physical separation of the fleets. They will remain interdependent.Battle plans!Even with my two and a half GEC battle computers, I cannot war game against five hundred ships of the line. I can war game against two hundred ships of the line or I can game against three fleets. The scenario has to be a meeting engagement; you cannot ambush a moving alert fleet with full shields which they will have to. “Oh, good,” she smiled like a predator and slid off the edge of the table to the floor, pushing his knees apart and sliding her hands up his thighs. “I think it’s your turn to be captain.”Will glanced toward the front door again, and then to the ravishing dark-haired temptress kneeling between his legs. He smiled. She undid the buttons and laces of his breeches and reached inside to grasp his hardening cock. “Oh, Captain...” she purred pulling him out and wrapping her full lips around the head.