“David, a Writ is served against you by High Bureaucrat Titec,” the AI announced one morning shortly after my sonic shower.“A Writ? Pertaining t... what?”“You are summoned to face the Bureaucracy of Communications to answer charges that, as a Cure, you are neglecting your media duties.”“I wasn’t aware I had any media duties?”“According to the contract you signed when becoming a Cure, you have to answer media questions.”“As far as I’m aware they haven’t asked any.”“Nevertheless, you will have to. ..."She trailed off as she noticed the look in his eyes. He was staring at her with a deep, predatory look and his body language, as he moved toward her, spoke with sensual promise. He stepped toward her and came close. Very, very close. He came into her space and she instinctively moved to take a step back, only she was already at the counter with no where to go. He pushed her into the counter and flattened his body against hers. He ran his fingers lightly along the curve of her exposed. Ida McNown was supposed to trade her life, her name for fields full of deer, clouds, and a man who did not love her. But Ida’s mother was talking about lace and babies and uniting two clans. It was a dream. But it was not her dream. No, she dreamed of something else. XXX She pulled on his uniform, tugging the jacket off his shoulders. She untied his belt, pushed his shirt to the side. She watched his chest strain, as if his heart were trying to escape right into her palm. She pressed her hand. I wondered if I should say anything, but decided to keep my trap shut. ‘Don must have his reasons for keeping some of his actions hidden from my husband,’ I thought.Once I was in position, Don held his now erect penis out to my husband who was kneeling in front of him. Don continued, rather clinically I thought, “I am going to start a deliberate in and out motion. Rodney, keep your lips soft. Let me control the pace and the action. Just let the head and shaft glide over your lips and tongue..