We all have rules to abide by. We can’t just send our ships to every system whenever we feel like it. You would have to have a damn good reason to d... it. If it were just me, fine I would do it, hell ... my mother would do it, but the administration on New Olympia wouldn’t allow it. One AI isn’t enough to convince them.”“Please ... I am trying to save her ... I am trying to save two people here.”She shook her head. “You’re asking me to use my family bloodline to pull favors. This is something I. As it was, his body’s natural release felt incomplete, the conversation with Vanessa about her bounteous French breasts and flagrant bralessness having left him more unfulfilled than usual, and he grimly rubbed his wilting penis to a few final pathetic spurts onto his belly. Then he showered, dressed, ate his dinner, watched some television, undressed again, and went to bed early to allow sleep to replenish his bodily reserves in preparation for another day of slow-burn titillation. The next. I'm leaning heavily towards 'denial'. I mean, I don't exactly know myself. I definitely remember a decidedly heterosexual version, but that was years ago. She says 'bi'. Okay. That puts me in the position of considering how she's going to fit with Brindy.I've never talked with Brindy about any of this. I don't know how that would work anyway, like I could walk up and say 'Brindy, let me ask you some rather intimate questions about your sexuality and your relationship with my sister.' Somehow I. Kirsten was at a loss for words. She glanced around the shop, once more, and noticed that space was getting tight in the shop, as people began milling around, and putting chairs together to form groups at the tables and booths. The hard rain was continuing outside, and the windows of the coffee shop were beginning to steam up.“This coffee is very good,” the girl suddenly said, breaking the silence. “It has been AGES since I had one.”Kirsten took notice of the emphasis on the word ‘ages’, but.