"You've seen it. Those odd freckles that are in a line. Like Orion's belt I think you said. A good strong jab with a sharp fork into a twelve year old...s body can do that. The scar on my back was a thin strong whip-like stick, supple and biting as a knife. And a broken nose."He could see Dana from the corner of his eye. He could see her looking at him. She was seeing his irregular profile. She was trying to stare through his shirt. Her hand was up and almost reaching toward him. Her eyes seemed. I am Admiral Dent and I am the Commandant of this Naval Academy. You are all here to compete for the Reagan trophy which is the most prestigious Unit awards in our Fleet. Every four years the finest senior cadets converge here, display their skills and knowledge competing and thus help to revaluate training procedures of our Academies. For over twenty years, since I was chosen to be the leader of this, dare I say Elite school, our Cadets won this contest. While it is no forgone conclusion that. She turned and handed me a cup.” These are called stockings. “She slid a hand over her knee and said. “Yet another fashion from Terra and are once again real big in fashion.” The she said.” I am glad you like what you see.”The door opened and the silver haired woman came out of the Admirals office.” Cadet Olafson what are you still doing here. I thought you are already processed.”The orange haired woman said.” General, I offered the Cadet a cup of coffee. It was not his fault.”The silver haired. I noticed as my hand moved between her legs she very hesitantly moved her legs slightly apart allowing me to gently finger her soft wet folds. I noticed it’s almost 6, I say I’m sorry I have to go. I sensed she is having conflicting feelings, a few minutes ago I was a savage monster to fear and now sensual and soft, something to crave. Reluctantly I get up and put my clothes on, I walk over to retrieve my hidden phone but change my mind, I have a feeling our plan may have worked, so I’m going.