‘I don’t think there’s really anything that different, but Daniel says I’ve turned into a slut.’ We shared knowing laughs that would have ha... any listeners tenting their pants. ‘Tell me why.’ Her last plea echoed between my ears and I found myself talking without having intended to say anything. ‘There’s something more. Stacey didn’t tell me, I guessed. Instead of swallowing the hair, you wet it with your pussy juice and then burn it.’ Abruptly I decided to come clean about my most shameful. Very patiently, Tim explained, "the taxman IS collecting twice ... but the king's storehouse only gets the first collection. You need to talk to the king ... oh mighty sage." He cracked up."I tried, the taxman says he's not cheating and I can't prove he is." Sure you can. Go seek an audience I'll handle the rest." Tim paused, "you don't particularly like the taxman do you?" Fuck no ... he's cutting into my offerings. If I don't get some corn in my larder pretty damn soon ... it's going to be. There is simply no room for any of our Union members that exceed BaPhy 2.”“I understand if you hadn’t mentioned that you found something. I would offer my seat to someone else and be happy with the report of my science officer.”He opened the airlock door.”Fleet Command wanted you here, and as I mentioned I no longer question the Old Highlander. What our unmanned probes discovered is ‘something’ indeed, as we haven’t figured out what it is exactly.”“Then I suggest we go, Sir.”He was right, the. At five-foot-ten and a hundred-sixty pounds, he wouldn't be the biggest deckhand I'd ever hired, but the experience and education was the clincher. This man was overqualified for the job, but if that's what he wanted, I'd be a fool not to interview him.There was no phone number on the application, however there was an e-mail address. I typed a response and requested he contact me for an interview, preferably at the boat. I got a reply within a few minutes. Good! I arranged for him to meet me at.