"Where?" Right here. See?" he said.Pam put her hand on his shoulder. Finally, she saw the few gray hairs mixed with the little bit of hair he had left... but it was not the hair she noticed. He smelled good, even over the smell of the chicken and hamburgers. He felt good, too. His shoulder was hard muscle under the light polo shirt."I see," Pam said.Mr. Thorn straightened up, pulling his shoulder out from under her hand. He sighed."Yep, I'm getting old." He stacked the chicken on a plate. "Are. It was a problem of not building up a viable military presence until the last moment before the sneak attack at Pearl Harbor. There was a depth of combat experience in the upper enlisted ranks but the lower ranks were untested and their training in many cases was superficial at best.To make matters worse for the initial American effort, they had to rely on their allies for intelligence and in the case of the British, that intelligence was skewed in favor of bolstering the underpinning of the. My presence was actually to serve a purpose, a purpose Aneeka had been filling - just none too happily on the part of some of those forced to appear, given how she was no longer officially a t’Laptrour. That purpose was to be Nallen’s voice of conscious, I was to ensure that justice be tempered with mercy - but not to any foolish extent, if someone were a repeat offender it was obviously time to use sterner measures.The only case waiting for Nallen’s attention was a serious matter indeed.. Jim backed off Bert's legs, exclaiming, "Phew!" Only then did Rarityconsciously notice the odor, a variation on the smell she recognizedfrom Bryce's own masturbation and wet dreams: cum. She told herselfthat she should be revolted as well. But Rarity was having none ofthat: Bert's smell was peculiar yet attractive and invigorating, evenalmost intoxicating. She inhaled deeply, and sighed in pleasure.Meanwhile, Bert lay on his side, and curled up in a fetal position.Rarity could see he was.