Ferro considered the colonel's choice a tactical mistake."Please, tell what led you to create these radical designs," Colonel Higgens requested.Ferro ...rought up an image of the first fighter ship and began his presentation. The colonel remained silent as Ferro spoke and the man took no notes on his computer. For Ferro, the talk was very different from his recent design presentations. There was no interaction.The colonel asked another question and Ferro launched into another presentation. Again. From behind, I could hear their voices starting to get louder. It sounded like he was giving her a hard time. I still continued to look the other way until I heard . . . "Bitch!" yelled out from behind me. I instinctively turned to see what was going on . . . "That's right bitch . . . I'm talking to YOU!" he said with an angry glare. I was stunned and completely unable to respond. "Fuck you! You little pussy . . ." he blurted out as he began to walk away.I began to shake.A couple of moments. ... into the dining room... ... the kitchen... ... the entire lower level, including the hot house, was empty. I headed for the staircase, and no sooner had I put a hand on the right side banister than I was hammered with a barrage of emotion. Erotic emotion. Powerfully active erotic emotions.Familiar emotions. I'd have recognized them anywhere.Lilly, Peggy and Izzy's emotions; each as familiar to me as my own pale reflection. ... and one other set that was completely foreign and unknown...A. ”“Sounds just like Mike!” Paul said. “Just like all of us guys, actually.”“Just wait until she starts to get her teeth, Mandy,” Robyn said. “Nursing them quickly loses its attraction when they can bite you!”“Don’t listen to her, Mandy,” Sally said. “By the time they are teething, they want something more substantial than milk.”I looked across at Lisa, she seemed a little wistful, and I realized that all this talk of babies and breast feeding was something that she would never be able to.