Fifteen minutes later, I climbed out of the shower, dried my body and pulled on my fresh underwear. I turned off the shower and decided to get myself ... drink, as all the moaning last night left me with a dry throat. As I turned towards the front room, I half expected Jonn to be there, with his cock out, however he wasn't. I felt a little disappointed, but carried on towards the kitchen. There he was, sat at the table reading the paper. Completely naked. I was still a little shocked and tried to. Another finding coming out of the Goldfish Bowl project was the discovery that a very substantial number of Capitallian scientists and inventors had been enslaved and transported to USR to work on their own inventions under slave like conditions. Robin Tyson, Director of Operations for the newly-renamed Military Intelligence Service, had requested a meeting with President Proctor on what to do about that situation. General Milton Morgan, the MIS Chief of Staff, had forwarded Director Tyson's. ’ ‘Oh?’ He pulled back the covers and joined me, also sitting against the pillows and the headboard. ‘Generally, I just wear my underwear… if I wear anything at all.’ ‘I see…’ I closed the book and set it aside, then leaned into him. I wore an old faded sleepshirt and a modest panty, and as I leaned against him, I lamented the fact that I was not alsotopless. While my arms were mostly bare and it felt good for my right arm to be pressed against his bare skin, I wanted to feel the. When it’s rolled back the other way and aired, it’ll be ready for the baler. There was already a tractor connected to the baler parked in the field where we left the truck.The strange looking vehicles were equipped with hay loaders that automatically pick up and stack the bales of hay onto the truck’s flat bed. Each truck will hold about a hundred bales and can be backed into the long hay storage sheds. Then the beds can be tilted, letting the entire load of neatly stacked bales slide off onto.