" Chuckled the Commodore."I think I know this Commander Braxton. Didn't he take retirement at half pay a few years back? Also, isn't he the father of ...he marine that's been in the news so much recently?" Commodore Bridger asked."Yes and yes. The Feruthe apparently did us a favor by releasing their battle sensor record. Apparently it opened a whole can of worms. Imp. Sec. is still working on it, but it appears that Marine Lt. Braxton had stumbled onto a young Lord Everett's black marketing. Demis once again reminded her about the sun lotion, breaking the wanderings of her mind that had actually left a wet mark on her bikini bottoms that had not missed attention by Demis. Feeling her juices on her pants she was embarrassed and turned away, hoping that Demis had not noticed but deep down knowing he had.“Miss Kendall, sorry Felicity, would you like me to apply the lotion to your back?” He asked.Felicity tried to resist the temptation to say yes, but second by second the temptation. Moving to the passenger side of the car, he opened my door.“Get out, Meg!” Roger commanded. “I told you if you didn’t stop, you were going to get the fucking of your life.”Reaching down, he grabbed my hand and forcibly began pulling me up out of the seat. I willingly got out of the car. Taking my hand and squeezing it firmly he led me to the hood of the car.“Pull your dress up and bend over.”Reaching down, I began hiking my sundress and obediently bent over the hood. A few moments later, I. Then she decided I’d feel better if I exercised, “So you don’t get fat.” When I pointed out I wasn’t fat, she replied, “See? If you start now you won’t have to worry.”Knowing how averse Sia is to most physical exertion, I told her we’d go skiing together. The concept excited her until we arrived at the cross country ski course.“Where are the hills?” she asked, looking around the deep forest with ski tracks weaving through it.Sia did not take to cross-country skiing. She moaned and bitched the.