”“I remember him,” Warren said. “And the other man is Ronald Hampton. He’s the flow tech for the starboard engine.”“Who’s the lead on ...hat engine?” I asked.“That would be Linus Moore,” Thomas said with a sour look on his face.I sighed. “Linus? The one who was arguing with me during the earlier meeting?”“He’s a bit of a jerk,” Ronald said. “And from what he was whispering, I don’t think he’s actually started with the sleep training.”I could hear the worry in Ronald’s voice. “AI?” I asked. “Has. Finley looked up from his desk. What guest? He sat down his quill and left his papers where they were. Pushing out from his chair, he quickly walked right past the butler and toward the front door.He intended to get rid of whoever it was, because he wouldn't abide for unwanted visitors, especially when he was trying to get his work done. His steady pace came to an abrupt halt when he saw who was at the door."Oh, hello," Jane smiled politely up at the tall man she recognized as the eldest. "Bob looked. In fact he stared. While he was staring he licked his lips.Lori arched an eyebrow. "Oh, so you want to taste them? That would definitely be a no-no."His eyes pled. He thought she was going to cover them up, but then she whispered, "OK, OK, but just one little taste."Then she grinned and shoved her left breast toward him. Bob couldn't believe it as his mouth descended over the stiff dark nipple and he gave it an exploratory suck. His sister rasped in a breath and her hands came to. I'm just so terribly sweaty with this heat."Instinctively, my dad smelled her panties. Realising what he'd done, he then stepped back. "Uhm." He said. Vanessa lifted the dress over her head, twisting to give him a nice profile view of her boobs. I swear her nipples were the size of pencil erasers"What's the matter?" She asked. "Are they too sweaty? Maybe you shouldn't put it in the laundry. After all, I'll be staying here tomorrow. You won't leer at me, will you mr. Smythe-Hobson?" Er. No. no.".