"Any other losses you know of?"Tiffany replied. "We are trying to get battle reports through telemetry, but the Commodore confirmed the loss of the ca...rier David Lloyd George, as well as the battle cruisers Pollux and Gilgamesh and the destroyers Congo and Libya." God," the Admiral swore. "That's half of the task force, and doesn't include any of the George's screen. Any word there?"Tiffany answered. "Sorry, Sir. We have had no contact with the ships of her screen. I've got a partial download. Not for me to call her Sharon although everybody else did."Now I want to give you some instructions for a new daily task that I'll set you for next week. It will be very personal. Are you ready for that do you think?" she questioned me with a deep stare."Certainly Miss. Whatever I can do." my mouth was dry."To be blunt with you, it will involve your balls and your penis." her stare intensified and I was like a rabbit in headlights. "Let me see please. Just drop your trousers for me will. The minister stepped out of the car. He moved slowly towards the back of the house, so he wouldn't be caught by his mother. He moved towards the back and down the side of the house towards the front.The minister looked like he was forty years old. He is very tall and filled his jacket. Harry wondered if that was fat or muscle.The car was park in the driveway and it was empty. Harry moved to the side windows and looked inside. The view wasn't the best. His mother is talking to the minister but. First of all, though obviously over 50, she gave the impression of limitless energy. Secondly, though she was equally obviously of an older academic generation, she dressed like a woman who knew that she was a woman, not a neuter academic. She was wearing an autumn-y dress (though the weather was more like spring in New England -- and late spring at that), and her greying, once-auburn hair was neatly bobbed at just-above-shoulder length. And she was enormous.Not fat. Not really that tall. Maybe.