(Interpreted) Take a break and eat something.”The Science Officer looked at the food the Steward brought him and frowned. “This is too much food. ...e are on half rations, right?”“This is your ration,” the Steward assured him.“Eat and rest for thirty minutes,” (Interpreted), the First told him. “You need all your faculties about you.”After getting the Steward aside, “Those are your rations that you supplemented his with, are they not?”“He has far more need of them than I do,” the Steward. Even in my most wicked days, I was never one to share well,” he admitted.“You’re a good man, Chad,” Reina said.“I’m not always a good man. The look in your eyes when Henry had his hand over your mouth was the same look you had the first time I shared you with Karena and I put my hands around your neck,” Chad said, his head hung low.She shook her head. “Two totally different feelings!” Reina assured him. “With Henry, it was fear that I was about to be raped. With your hands around my neck it was. "Stop treating me like an old man," he said softly with a smile. Even here, even with her here, he maintained that smile with a persistence born of long habit.Both of us stretched as we walked out of the room. Neither of us spoke as we took our customary lap past the nurses' station to the visitor lounge.Once there, however, he gave me a serious look. "Have you finished Walden yet? Don't you have a test next week?" 'I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the. She giggled, and pulled my face free.“Lick my clit, like you used to,” she whispered, and I was happy to oblige. The hard little bud was already rising up out of its protective fold of flesh, and I sucked it into my mouth and caressed it with my lips, before starting to flick my tongue back and forth over it, building up the rhythm that I knew would soon bring Janet to her climax.“Ah, yes, ah yes,” she moaned as I sped up my tongue, holding my head to stop me pulling away, then “Oh cunting.