" she started. "I know it's silly of me. You know. But, I came north thinking to meet some rich guy who would sweep me off my feet. Just a little girl...s dream?" I ignored her fantasizing.I interrupted her. "Tell me, Samantha, what do you do? I mean I know you work part time at the studio. But—well—how do you get along otherwise? I know you're not married. But otherwise?" I said. She sighed."Welfare, me and my daughter, Lindsey. It's hard, but we make do," she said. "Lindsey's only ten; be. She has a good keen head on her shoulders, and in addition to having already displayed her courage, I also understand that she's an unparalleled tactician." Very well, I will take your input to the Grand Council," the man said. "What sort of ship would you suggest we send?" Why mine, of course," I said. "She's a Duality class heavy corvette. She's relatively small and very fast, which will make her hard to spot. She also packs a huge punch, should we encounter any hostiles. She also. As her husband tried to explain that was just a fantasy I'd scooted across the sofa where I'd been sitting with her and we were all over each other. It seemed like seconds later I was naked, her husband was naked and she was laid across the sofa, her top pulled down, tits bouncing all over the place, her legs spread wide as me and her husband basically mauled, snogged, sucked, licked and fingered the hell out of her.As I expected she did a brilliant job of catering for two rampant cocks and. Since we can't seem to find Sarge, or help her, then we gofind the bastard that targeted her."Allen now looked more than interested as he put the transmission ingear, and pulled out into the street. "Okay, where to, partner?" First, Benny's. I need caffeine." And sugar," Allen added sagely. "We did say we were going for donuts,"he grinned at him. "Imagine Taylor's chagrin when his tail back theretells him we went straight to Benny's."Mike glanced at his own rear view mirror. "You already.