Cara and Sara were still asleep. I woke them by grabbing one of their extremely taut ass cheeks in each hand. They shrieked until they realized wher... they were and who had grab-assed them. “I think it’s time for that fun shower you promised me.”“You know, John…in all the time I’ve worked for you I never realized how much fun you are or how wonderful your cock is. I think it’s the biggest I’ve ever had.”“What about Roy Evjin…you know from the football team in high school?”“No, not even. Sid had to employ signalmen to communicate messages up and down the column. The logistics of keeping the army fed and supplied were a nightmare. Fortunately for Sid, Peterson and Olaf were up to the challenge.Before they had even reached the third citadel, Sid knew he was going to face a real challenge and sent a message to have Masterson return. The slavers had chosen that citadel to make their stand and hold Sid from expanding further south. Rather than wait inside the citadel, the enemy army. There were now three clocks in the kitchen: one in the oven, one in the microwave and the third in the coffeemaker. No, counting the watch on my wrist, there currently were four clocks in the kitchen. It wasn't barely past 9am and I was getting wound up for Mrs. Ibarra's arrival."We need to do something," I spoke internally. "Maybe we can try calling the investment folks, or FiberDyne." I'd suggest saving FiberDyne until we've talked to the investment people," Cooper thought back. "We should. The Internal Information and Security Agency was about as close as you could get to the Unites States’ FBI.He liked to joke that he was glad he only joined up after the change. Before the change, he would have worked for SISMI and, as he put it, the entire world had good reason to hate those people; they had screwed over everyone!Calogero was youngish for his rank and position, blaming it on the government cleaning house, but I think it was because he was damned good at what he did for a.