"Ma'am could you please hand me your passport?" the man demanded stretching his hand towards me. "Is there a problem, Officer?" I asked more intrigue... than worried. "Ma'am, your passport please!" he insisted, his face carved in stone. Eager to solve whatever the problem was I took my passport from my purse and handed it to him. He opened it, checked my data and instead of giving it back to me, he put it in his own pocket. "I'm afraid you'll have to come with us, ma'am!" he said before I. . doing it, as if you were there. Telling you she would not want anyone else to do these things to her. And she wants you’re ... co ... Cock in her ... soooo bad. Dad, I believe mom ... loves you. And not just because of what you have done for us.” She hugged him and said. “Oh Dad, I’m sorry for telling you this, but I didn’t know how to relate to you how she feels about you. Please don’t feel bad about her ... please?”Wow! That took Tom back. He just held her tight, digesting what Susan had. Arlof sprang from his pad and shouted, "WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! YOU MUST RETURN TO DEFEND YOUR SHIPS! WE WILL DO WHAT WE CAN FROM OUR FIXED BASES!" The latter speech was delivered as Arlof scurried out the door.Jacob radioed for immediate retrieval and was deposited at his post on 'Michael.' "This port is under attack, and it looks like every man for himself is the order of the day. Use the transporter to bounce us and 'Susan' away to the limit of its capability. We need to see what is going on so. “Too bad you didn’t stay. You could have had one too.” He put on his boxer-briefs and got in bed. I stripped to my jockeys and got in my own bed. My journey was certainly going to be an interesting one. The next morning I dressed – jeans and a Beatles T-Shirt - and waited for Jay. He put on a black speedo and a T-shirt and said he was ready for breakfast. We decided to eat in the small kitchen and dining room in the dorm. About a dozen guys were in there along with a few girls. I was one of the.