"Oh lovely" Clare muttered as she moved past Dahlgren who followed her onto the bridge, "My ship, Mr Hobson."TJ vacated the command chair and replied,...Your ship, Ma'am"Clare quickly looked up at the flat sound in TJ's voice."It was an observation, TJ, not a criticism in any way; I would have done exactly ... emphasis on exactly ... the same thing. That squadron was turning for a missile broadside. It had to be taken out, stat."TJ looked back at Clare for a moment, visibly relaxed, and"Thank you. I need to buy a tutu." Is your daughter with a specific dance company? I have the list to tell me which one she needs," she explained."Well, you see, the tutu isn't for my daughter. It's for me."Her jaw dropped just a little bit. "Well, I don't understand," she said, "what are you looking for? Are you in a comedy production?" No, I just like to wear tutus," I said.She took a breath, and then said, "Well, do you want a romantic or a classical tutu?" I don't know," I said, "What's the. Some family photos, some notes.’ ‘What?!’ ‘Mm hm. I never told you, but your father was cheating on your mother quite a bit. All kinds of women too, even negresses. Some of those love letters he wrote? They’d make for good print. Has his handwriting, signature, watermark an’ all.’ ‘You’re lying!’ Betty said, stomping her foot. ‘I’ve been called a lot of things, but a liar hasn’t ever been one that stuck, Betty. Something else you might want to know. Your mother silently aborted what would’ve. She was getting fucked in her wet pussy by that schoolmate of hers with the support ofher best friend who licked her pussy while his big cock was fucking my little sister'spussy. She was moaning all the time, begging her to lick her pussy and beg him to fuckher and cum all over her. Just before the end, he took his big cock and stick it inmy sister's mouth, making her take all the cum by herself. After this, I just closedthe doors and locked myself in the room. I avoided talking to my sister.