With his other hand Mr. Strait felt Joey’s strong back, and slid his hand under the leg of Joey’s briefs, feeling his butt and running his fingers...up and down Joey’s ass crack. He pushed Joey onto his stomach and leaned down and pulled his briefs down, exposing his ass. Mr. Strait loved that ass. He loved the mounded shape of it, the feel of the firm muscles covered by soft flesh, the smooth skin. He wanted to touch it all over and kiss and bite each cheek. He said, “Beautiful! I have to see. Those humans were not genetically altered so their progeny do not have the command power. The triggers are still in force but we don't know who has them. So now, the only humans at risk from us are those muties whose codes we carry. The genetic codes implanted in us do not include the Strathlawn (grandfather) nor Comminantes (mother) but do include Albertson (grandmother).Over past months, we have been able to look at TJ's genetic codes and there is very little Albertson in him and not at. Morgan," she heard the girl say in a muted, distant tone in the background, as the girl called into the empty study. Then she went to the bathroom door and knocked on it, the sound being barely picked up by the mouthpiece in the phone in the kitchen. "Mr. Morgan," the girl could be heard saying softly, "are you in there?" There was a pause, and then the girl said, "it's your wife. She's on the phone. Will you be long?" Then another pause. Mrs. Morgan had, of course, already figured out what the. 3 out of the lobotomized engine for over twenty minutes, he could just as well have done so,"Travis, warp 5.4," the captain ordered, trying to appear calm."We should pass them in 5 minutes," Travis reported."Hold her steady, Ensign. Trip, how's the status in engineering?" Engineering's ... oh for pete's sake!..." Trip's swearing was interrupted by the muffled sound of a small explosion and an audible thud, which sounded very much like a Commander hitting the deck. Another furious Russian.