“Bob, The Personalia want more detail before they can decide. Can you get the girl to show you her feet, and take pictures of them, with close-ups o... the offending toes?”Bob sounded happy. “I’ll be delighted to ask her to show off her feet, Major. Of course, we will have to have privacy for that, so if she has her legs up, her skirt will probably ride up and show me more...” He chuckled. “If YOU can get Kathleen to be interested in you...”John interrupted to inform him, “She is going to marry. Her body was screaming fuck me now please.Adam got naked and laid on top of her and said, “I hope you enjoy the smell. Hell you are nothing but a whore and he lower his head next to her hear and whispers in her ear, dirty, skanky, smelly whore." He took his time saying the word whore. Then he says, “You should smell and look the way you act. And from this point on if you want to be fuck you are to call me your Master and you are to call yourself my Master's whore. Do you understand me whore?" . Messina’s stoic face revealed little regarding the diagnosis. ‘Hello, Ms. Beckett – nice to see you again,’ stated the doctor, as if this were just another ordinary day on which to exchange pleasantries. Natalie half expected him to begin talking about the weather. ‘Hi, Doctor.’ She managed a saccharine smile, clearly sweeter than the pallid one she had directed at the muscled communications enforcer back in the waiting room. She waited for the oncologist to take the lead. Dr. Messina. Both the other two pilots rolled their eyes at Dozer. "Does the name 'Charles Dickens' mean anything to you?" Digger demanded."Wasn't he that funny-looking narrator on that puppet version of A Christmas Carol? The guy the rat was always following around?" Right," Digger confirmed as the trio finally reached Cynthia.The young woman waggled her eyebrows. "I know a secret," she singsonged."And what might this secret be?" asked Digger. "That you got laid last night?" That's my little sister you're.