"Wren Nyland Ho!" Spike commanded, snapping the cane to his side.Mike stood erect and pulled down his skirt, smoothing it out he stood toattention."Yo... want to be a Writer? A scribe?" Spike stepped in close to Mike,almost nose to nose."Yes Leader," Mike responded passively."Good. Then square yourself away Wren Nyland, get some breakfast andreport to me in the Regulating Office at 0830. You're going to be myWren Writer, the Regulating Officer's Secretary." You are from now on, Wren Michele. Hank wouldn't seem quite so carnal and forbidding here in the gloom. She wouldn't have to look at him as he gave it to her. All she would have to cope with were the feeling and smell and hearing his lustful breathing. This way, in the dark, it wouldn't be so bad even if he made her take his cock and guide it into her.If she couldn't see him--his face--as he fucked her, maybe it would just be like an unpleasant dream. A short dream; depending on how long it took him to pump his prick into her. I remember watchingit on the news."Malcolm nodded, and winced in pain. Quartz looked at him and scowled."Don't move much, Sergeant. I broke your wrist, dislocated your shoulder,and broke your collarbone and four ribs. You got off easy, for someonewho was trying to execute me." My team?" he asked, suddenly concerned."All dead," Jet replied, her expression turning hard and cold. "And so isyour ride. Now who ordered this fiasco, and why was it turned over toyou." My orders came from my Captain,. "Aren't I a little old for you?" he suggested."How old are you?" she asked.Zack was surprised at how hard it was to answer. "Forty-two." he said. "Old enough to be your father, probably."She wasn't fazed. "I already have a father. I don't need another one. But I'm not dating anybody right now." She glanced at Bob, who was talking to June, and remembered thinking of him as an "older man" for as long as she could remember. "I like older men." she said softly. "At least I think I do. You're the.