”“Sensors, conn. I want to send a message to those dickhead assholes. Can you patch me into the EW gear and give me a signal that they’ll get?�...“Conn, Sensors. No problem. Ready when you are.”“AI, plot us an FTL course back to Truman. We can get there with FTL, right?”I raged, screaming profanities at the mindless enemy until I could rage no more. I called them every name I could think of. I threatened everything my tortured mind could conceive of, almost all of which I had no ability to. "If anyone comes in you can duck down behind those filing cabinets."Kirsty's smile was becoming a little strained though her eyes were still filled with mischief as she moved to the spot I'd indicated."You can leave your clothes behind there as well," I said.It looked like that was the first time that Kirsty had thought about someone finding her clothes whilst she was playing."See if any of the draws have room in them," I suggested. "That might be a better place for them than the floor."I. I didand it was so different to pull the belt and shoulder strap across mytiny waist and have to pull the stap down betwen my size 36d breast evencovered in the suit and coat they were pronounced enough to makepositioning a must. I was felling hot flashes of desire and then withoutwarnning a burnning hate for being captive and the total resentment forSue that had been the base of the physical abuse she had suffered. I nowknew this was the effects of Lisa's messed up brain chemistry. And. I knew she was looking right at my dick, which made my dick become a little hard. I got in quickly and she swam over to me. She looked at me with a cheeky face and asked if there were any girls at school i liked. I told her that none of them were my type. I felt more confident because i knew she was hitting on me so when she asked me what my type was, i spoke honestly and said i liked MILFS. She seemed very pleased with my answer and sat on the pool edge with her legs crossed right in front of.