Linda sat her wine glass down and cut a piece of sirloin. Bringing the bite to her mouth, she paused, set the fork on her plate and blurted out, ‘It...��s, Michael.’ Tammy just stared, a slice of sour dough bread heaped with goats cheese in a holding pattern two inches from her mouth and tried to decipher Linda’s expression and what on earth her dead boyfriend could have to do with a global technology threat. ‘I don’t get it. What does, Michael, have to do with the Entity?’ ‘Michael is the Entity,’. " Kara answered as she combed the gel through Marc's hair.Carefully she worked the gel into his hair until she was sure it was well saturated, as instructed by the beautician at the salon. She giggled to herself while combing Marc's hair since the shoulder length layered cut she had recently instructed him to get now made his hair perfect for the style she envisioned.With everything now ready, Marc sat nervously watching as Kara separated the first section of hair, wound the first curler in. Chris stood and bent down to kiss her. He took her hand and they walked up the stairs. Chris lead her to his bedroom, to the foot of his bed. Caitlin noticed that the bed was unmade and there were at least a dozen pillows of different sizes on it.Caitlin turned to face Chris, but he laughed. He turned her back around and made her bend over. He lifted her skirt up and spread her legs. Caitlin shivered in anticipation. Chris grabbed his manhood with one hand and spread her cheeks with the other.. Radio clicks confirmed the others."Time? I'm displaying a closing rate of 1400 knots; computer shows two minutes. Set your zone defense lasers for auto-engage, large targets ignored. Set the tractor beams for auto-track and grab, soft-target mode. I know you guys are on top of this, so I'm just sayin'. Confirm?" Michael radioed."Got it, One! No sweat here. We'll gather 'em up, wipe their little hineys, and we'll tuck 'em all away real nice and secure!" Chuck retorted."Okay. No more chatter..