. proud of how I look now. Did you notice I'm wearing somemakeup? My wife left me these CDs that explains all about how to do it.The cool thing is, I ...ust listen to them when I'm asleep, and when Iwake up, it's like I just know what to do. I've even gone out shoppingfor girl clothes. Do you like these jeans? I just bought themyesterday." They are really cute," I had to admit. "And your hair is darling. Itlooks like you're grown expert with a curling iron too." "Yes, that's part of the. . But as I thought about it, I calmed down. Wait, that's not right. I see Natsuko in here every single day, but TheMistress hasn't been in here for weeks. Why send her assistant in herewhile she does work out there? The answer was obvious: The Mistress isgiving her busywork. She's not an assistant, she's a malfunctioningandroid. I waited for someone to come rushing in to the room to herrescue, but nobody did. She was just as much junk as anything else inhere....Crap, I thought, what does. His mouth found mine again and I ran my hands over his thighs and felt his growing erection…I touched him, rubbed him, felt him grow harder and harder as he moaned into my mouth. Finally it was too much for both of us and we broke only long enough to shut the curtains in my room. When we found each other again, he pulled my top off and then my bra nearly in one motion. He pushed me down onto the bed and pressed his hips, his hard cock, into me, and lightly massaged my breasts as he worked my. Even in the few seconds the mental contact took, sweat was beginning to drip from his forehead."Ship?" the General asked."Yes, Sir. She knows," the Prime responded. "She confirms what our people are reporting. There are no aircraft or missiles coming our way and no movement on the ground for miles. Apparently all that is going on is what we see on the screen. Shall we go talk to this guy?"The General started to object, wanting to keep Jeff absolutely safe, but rank or no rank, Whitworth knew.