"You are doingso good; if I didn't know you so well, I would swear you were fibbingabout your lack of experience."She was breathing hard and fast, "No...," she managed, "I can't show youhow to eat pussy, because you don't have one," she paused for a minute,took a sip of her drink, as her breathing returned to normal. "You knowwhat it tastes like."I nodded yes, vigorously."You like it? She asked.I vigorously nodded yes."Do you want to lick mine?"I nodded vigorously, yes.She laughed at my. This was the down side to the "better living through eating crap" plan we had embarked upon. I was pleasantly surprised at how good dinner tasted that evening and how filling it actually was. Maybe this would be one diet of Lana's that didn't make me ill.We watched a romantic movie on TV after dinner. Before the news came on, Lana slid onto my lap and whispered in my ear."Hey, Stud! How about meeting me in the bedroom for a workout? You'll be glad to lose weight with my exercise program," she. She paused, pouting – but then she heard soft jazz coming from the bedroom. Kendra sauntered into the dimly lit bedroom. ‘So traditional,’ she commented, flushing from the view that appeared in front of her. Taylor was lying relaxed on the bed reading a magazine, amidst an artfully scattered array of rose petals, glowing candles, and a pair of wine glasses. ‘Hello darling,’ he greeted her. ‘How was your day?’ ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you,’ Kendra murmured, coming over and running her. It felt suddenly much lonelier, than I had ever felt before. No mission I had ever been on before felt this way, for now I had so much more to loose, and such a heavy burden to bear for two races.From my seat I could see the stars so clearly, that I thought I could just reach out and take a handful home. They seamed so clean now, with their steady light that they reminded me of jewels on a large black velvet cloth.I pulled my self back to the mission. Our least time course, found us soon.