." Mister Jackson to you, Joey." His voice was firm, but not angry."Sorry, Mister Jackson. Mister Craddock wants to see you in his office."The boy, hi... shoulders held a little straighter, turned and walked away. Sam gathered up his Fowler Fabrics notes and strode confidently across the busy office."Mister Craddock." His voice was sharp, crisp. "I was just coming to see you. I'm ready with the material for Fowler Fabrics. If you'll give your approval on it immediately we'll have time and to. I know who it wouldhurt.Just as with everyday when I get home my mother's nowhere to be seen,but of course I know she's here. She just prefers not to see me, thereal me that is. I wish she could understand how that makes me feel.Can you imagine what it's like knowing that your own mother resentsyou? I've considered talking with her about it, but my mom's notexactly right in the head these days. However she's still set out myafter school clothes on my bed for me to change into. Funny how. Her parents just went about their business like any other day. In the nights that followed, Lucy refrained from sneaking peeks when she heard her parents in bed. She was happy that she didnt get in trouble, but she wasnt going to press her luck, even though she really missed watching. She really wanted to cum again, too. And then that night came. She was awake when they came into her room, of course, but she pretended to be asleep. She pretended when she felt her mother grab the hem of her. As long as you stay away from what they think important, they’ll leave you alone. As long as no one thinks to ask the right questions, they won’t tattle on anyone.”“How do I know when I cross the line with that?” the Staff Sergeant wondered.“I’d stay away from anything involving combat with the Sa’arm or making babies. Outside of that, it’s probably all just useless trivia to the AIs. If we do a good job making babies and killing Sa’arm, the AIs would have a vested interest in protecting us, so.