' Yes, he's quite the Sophist. It's hard to imagine him in a seminary." Maybe that's why he dropped out." Anyway, I'm not going to work for his govern...ent, but for NSW, if it works out." It'll work out. Are you going to call Sarah?" Why?" To tell her the news." No. She doesn't call us when she has exams." OK. Different topic. Can we talk about my honours work?" Certainly. What's the problem?" Organization. I don't know how to order the catalogue." What's customary?" I don't know. There seem to. While looking Sven in the eye and carrying on their conversation, she parted her legs, spread them wide on her slatted metal chair and let loose.Quickly Sven could hear the pattering of her piss stream on the scorching pavement. He chuckled and he relished the glint in her eye when she continued after he realised. He wanted to see for himself, so he feigned dropping his napkin so that he could bend down and look under the table at her beautiful cascade soaking the pavement beneath her. It was. Something that looked like a work horse she remembered seeing in her fathers old garage, along with a wooden table, an X made of wood with chains and cuffs, a chair with the center missing and a table covered with dildos, mask, whips and assorted items. The two women led her to the chair with no seat. Removing the straps from her wrist and re-strapping them to the arms of the chair. They each then strapped her ankles to the legs of the chair. She watched as one of them come back from the table. "Medical Bay, we need someone here on the bridge. Navigator, run the usual checks and then tell me where we are. Damage report please," said Tara, firing out orders.She unbuckled herself and rushed over to see how the captain was doing. Bruce was lying on the floor, groaning and clutching his ribs. He shooed Tara away and told her that her first job was to look after the ship, not him."Sir, no threats, no life forms and one planet that appears habitable by humans. Still no clues as to where we.