Coasting ships were hard to see.The barrels silently disintegrated and the contents started to spread out, moving like forty-eight giant shotgun patte...ns. The first that the Swam knew of the danger was when only a large handful of sand, weighing only one tenth of a kilogram, clipped a rear-guard scout at three thousand kilometers per second. The kinetic energy impacting the scout was 45 gigajoules, the equivalent of an explosion of just over ten tons of TNT. The scout’s shields went down and. The sensitive channel felt as if it were ablaze, and his massive prick ramming into it made her think of a leaden weight studded with burrs. She was in agony; her back throbbed from bending in her obscene position. Now, there were hands and more hands pawing her body, mauling her breasts and clutching at her bottom. Good God! Someone was shoving a finger right up her anus... her still smarting rectum, sore beyond reason from Larreau's sodomy of the night before.Hissing wails of breath tumbled. “What is it, honey?” he asked, trying to catch her troubled grey eyes.“I just thought of something, but you might not want to hear it ... I’m not sure I want to tell you either. I’m already worried you might think I’ve got questionable morals as it is,” Rachel replied, looking very reluctant to elaborate further.“If you’ve thought of something, I definitely want to know what it is,” John replied, doing his best to sound encouraging. “I promise I’ll listen to your suggestion with an open. Is that correct?" Yes, it is," Bobbie replied. "Now what's on your mind? What's my not going back to school have to do with anything?"After another glance at Andy — Bobbie felt that he was screwing up his courage — Ken plunged in. "Mrs. Conroy, you know that we're six years old now?" She nodded and he continued, "The problem is that we should be in school. But..." But school would be a little stupid — at least the first grade with its pre-reading — for children who already read at the college.