.. debris field near it?" Don swung the image around for another angle, as a girl called up from the sensor station two levels below."Yeah, we're gett...ng lots of wreckage, although probably just from one ship ... I'd say a warship, and probably Feds."Don considered for a moment, then turned to Villa."Try and make contact. Put any reply on the speaker."Villa complied, but after a few moments shook his head."No reply. Although ... remember, this IS a stolen Reb ship. Maybe ... they're playing. But then she moved even closer to me, and I could see the whole page. The last six or eight lines simply read, ‘James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James James …’ The stultifyingly boring talk finally came to an end and we broke for tea. I was about to get up but Ursula put her hand on my arm and asked me, in her jawbreaking Australian accent that she was trying with no success at. Reaching into the valley of her spine created by her raised arms, I easily unclipped her bra. She dropped her arms and just stood there."You're really making me work for this Ma'am", I said. She spun on her heel and stared up at me, angry and visibly horny all at once. Pulling her bra from her breasts, she threw it at me. Then I finally got it. Dropping to my knees again, I barked "Suck your belly in. Hard as you can". The little gaps in her groins (look it up...) were just enough for me to. "His face cleared. "Right transport for that." He indicated the Defender.Before we could get into that we were interrupted by the arrival of a John Deere tractor. The driver stopped and switched off the engine, then climbed down from the cab. He approached us. "Have you permission to be here?" His attitude was somewhat truculent.I held out my hand to shake. "I am Daniel Chandler. I recently bought Chetford. You are?" Reggie Somers. I farm sixty acres over yonder." He waved his hand in the.