Fortunately, the 737 wasn't terribly crowded, being a midweek mid-afternoon flight, and Lenore and the Chief had no one in the third seat on the port ...ide of row 12 sharing their conversation."DiPietro is taking your squad, you said?"Lenore nodded. "Yes, Chief. It was something the Commander had set up Monday when I met with him again. He said I'd done such a good job with her it was time to let her spread her wings a little."The Chief nodded. "I'd heard good things about the man. It's nice to. And what of the years beyond, once her ambitions were all fulfilled? How many depraved sex sessions would she have to endure, possibly some at the hands of strangers?She shrieked at the volcanic stab of pain in her cunt. Abby had pinched her clitoris and driven the long needle through it, followed by the final cunt adornment, the silver clit ring. She howled as the clasp closed to fix the ring in her most sensitive organ, and Abby stood back to examine her work. “Looks good, Louise darling,”. The more that he saw and understood, the more that his horizon expanded from neighborhood police issues to the international scale that Dean opened to him. Still, Dean and I, Val and Deborah, had all thought of the sexual/political struggle only as a ‘war’ in metaphoric terms. Now, Tony, most blithe and ardent of us all, was a presumed casualty in that war. As the women spoke with Dean, their conversation drifted over every aspect of Tony. Dean did not need their words to tell him that both. . or something. Maybe I was just being responsible, I thought, taking myself up the stairs into the office.Which was pretty much as it always had been ... laid back, perhaps, or relaxed ... or maybe just a chaotic mess. Still, it was gratifying to see the crew hard at work, accept the warmth of their welcome, see what they'd achieved while I'd been away – Naz had pretty much completed the CastList rewrite, and had, of course, come up with his apparently revolutionary turbine blade design, Seff.