George did savour the excitement of stepping into Jane's bedroom for the first time, for this was her most sacred and private of all places - the armo...ry. Here she stored the tools by which she was waging her war: her make-up; her clothes; her jewellery, her dreams and her secrets. There was clear evidence of the effort Jane had gone through to create herself this way every day. He pictured her preparing for work each morning, sitting at her vanity brushing her hair, or perhaps standing naked,. “Marvelous thought, my dear, but not very practical. I’m hungry.” He gently slapped her on the ass and went into the bathroom.Caroline lazed in bed until her husband had cleaned up and dressed, then showered and dressed. She dressed simply, pulling on a low-cut sweater, which showed a considerable bit of cleavage, and a long button front skirt, for which she only buttoned a few buttons, to show most of her long legs to a point well up her thighs. Three-inch-high ‘fuck me’ pumps completed the. And then it hitme, she'd been the one to issue the orders to destroy the ship carryingthe Hard Drive."Rotti, had to be Rotti," she mumbled as she finally made her way towardthe work stations in the back. I saw the way the Scouts looked at her,unsure what to say or do."Commander, we're ten minutes out from the Titan Precinct," said Lorissa."Tracker Marsh, we're almost at the Precinct," I advised her."No, keep going. Resume your mission," she said as she sat down at acomputer terminal.. "This," he said, slapping the paper down for the third time."I..." You might get better results if you showed her the paper instead of waving it around," Robbie suggested sweetly."Stay out of this," he shouted. I watched the vein in his forehead start to throb. I pictured it as a mamba, ready to strike."Mr. Parker, If you must yell at students, could you do it elsewhere?" Bower asked, surprising everyone."Teach your class," Parker snapped."I'm trying to," Bower snapped back.Parker ignored him..