With all the strange weapons sticking out all over the ships hull, she asked, "What type of warship is she?" She's a battleship, Ma'am," replied Jamie...Looking at the ship, she could say with an honest heart she was a beautiful ship, but it has to be an alien race that built her and crewed with human. "Well, she's beautiful, I will say that. Now what alien race built her?"With a small giggle, that she hated, Jamie said, "Built by humans, Ma'am. You're looking at a command battleship of the State. Data from MI as follows:Nov 4, 1991: X file closed due to termination of subject, Béla Wilson.No DNA samples of subject available on site.No physical evidence of termination of subject available.For more information, request: Communication Blackout MI X, item 7.Nov 11, 2059: Request Communication Blackout MI X, item 7.Information not available. Reason: National security.Nov 11, 2059: Cross-reference: Béla Wilson w/ legal.Information not available. Reason: National security.Nov 12, 2059:. He grins at the décor and then at the boy on the sofa. A tweaked eyebrow is his only other reaction and a slight narrowing of kohl lined eyes. The Lakotain snaps his fingers and suddenly the brown-blue haired boy finds his wrists securely snapped together behind his waist, tied with black cords. The other knows him better than he ought. Caramel skinned fingers play across his narrow chest, the shape of his slight muscles obvious through the thin silk. The older boy plants a firm dry kiss over. Lynne answered in a black cocktail dress that barely made it to her knees and her ample bustline was aching to get out as well. Wtf is going on here i thought, did i miss a.meeting? I could feel a stirring in my pants standing between these two beautiful women hopefully neither of them had noticed. Lynne had made a fabulous meal but all through dinner it seemed lime like they were having a competition to see whose boobs could go farther out without falling out. What was going on were they.