To get around this bottleneck, ships would fly in convoy. This would allow one crew to manage many ships, and at least travel at the rated multiple of...the slowest ship in the group. With the advent of faster computers, and more efficient artificial intelligences, even the base rate had improved.The only hope of completing this mission was to divide our forces. And this would take my most valuable ally from me."Mom, I have a job for you." What is it, Henry?" She said in a much too feminine. "Well, since you don't seem to have a copy of your resumé right at hand," (as I hoped, this got another giggle) "how about where you're from, where you're going, and what you plan to do in between?" Gee," she said with another grin, "you don't ask for much, do you!" She looked down at her hands, and thought a minute. "Well, like I said, I'm twenty-three, double-major senior at the university here in town. Music education and software design," she said, anticipating my next question. "I'm from. ?Alas, just on the verge of becoming a teenager, Brandi Barnes was forced into retirement when puberty did more than just rear its head. She had lost that fresh-faced innocent ?look and her body was developing curves and bumps that made modeling children's underwear the province of the next generation of preteens. Now the girl was faced with the prospect of dealing with another environment that was almost alien to her, formal schooling.? ? ? ?Junior high school, or middle school as it is now. “Good job, my sister-slave,” Juana beamed at me, staring down.Clint, his arms folded across his brawny chest, nodded his head in approval, his cock hard before him, piss dribbling from the tip. I shuddered, hating him being here the most. Out of all the people around me, Clint’s huge harem of sisters and mothers, he was the one that made me feel the most humiliated.But I wasn’t gay. I liked guys. Just not guys like the brawny faggot before me.Strangely, there was no mention of me picking on.