”“Good morning, Cassandra,” the man replies, holding his coat tight to his body. He stands on the deck of the aircraft carrier as planes are bot... launching and landing on the platform. The scene from the deck looks like an anthill with ants milling around busily.“What is the current situation of the battle fleet as it heads toward Africa?” the anchorwoman asks.“The fleet was sent out early yesterday morning as soon as the president gave the order,” Brock says. “We are currently less than one. Now, what about you?”“Oh Heather, I don’t watch any porn but I do have a guilty secret. I love listening to the sounds of sex. I found a site where you can download audio of people getting off. I also like to read erotica so my treat is a good story, my iPod and a pair of headphones.” She said.'Oh my god.' It suddenly struck me that she must have been listening to some of that stuff on the beach while we were sunbathing. That would explain her damp patch and her frantic orgasm in the shower. "Annie took one of the other forms, flipped it over, and handed it to her. "Here. I'll take that. You write your confession." Maybe I should..." You should be like Snow Angel," said the woman with the baby. "Tell the truth."They both looked up at her surprised. "Excuse me? What?" Emily asked."Your T-shirt. You're a fan of hers, aren't you?"Emily chewed on her lip, thinking, and cocked her head. "I wouldn't say THAT," she stressed."I would," Annie said. "She's a fan." No," Emily shook her head.. “I have meeting at the White House at 0900 with the intelligence committee; I will bring it with me and we can grab a side office for a minute to go over it,” the general replied.I looked up to see Frank and Eric laughing, looking at Frank’s phone. “Are you going to let me in on that joke?” I asked.Frank handed me his smarter than smart phone, it was way bigger than the one I had. Men always seemed to be obsessed with anything that was bigger. Government must think the more important you are.