"When I met Wendy, she was a thousand-dollar a night escort to support a life of pussy charity that took from rich whites with little dicks and gave t... poor blacks with big dicks, what I called a Communist whore, but never to her face. Her motto was Karl's motto: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need. I thought that motto should read: From each according to his INability, to each according to MY needs. To her face, I called her the Robin Hood of white pussy. That. " "But..." I started. "Here." She said, shrugging down her nightgown to reveal her swollenbreast again. "All you have to do it put it in your mouth and suck a little." She placed her hand on the back of my neck and gently pulled meforward. I didn't resist. My mouth came down and contacted her swollennipple. I felt it slip past my lips, a hard though yielding piece of flesh.I could feel the bumps and ridges on its surface. "Go ahead." She told me, her voice slightly stern. "Suck on it." I. I told you, I reduced her to tears, and I still kept going. But whilst she was all raw emotion, I suddenly asked her if she still loved you. She had tears running down her face from me shouting at her, but she said, 'More than you can ever imagine', but that you were never to know. You had every reason to hate her and probably did. That you had your own life now, and she had no right to interfere. That you must never know. She made me promise never to tell you. She did admit that she had. You really should consider building starships. Your facilities are not likely to be pressed into service repairing battle damage, except maybe for low-priority vessels like Sir Galahad. Interrupting construction and reconfiguring the yard for repairs can be a major setback to building new ships at places like Haruat." I can understand that," McKinsey agreed. "We've just received a message telling us to expect shipyard workers to be transferred here from the Sector Base at Frikat." McKinsey.