I am held without charges and I have been tortured. Contact my superior officer, Commander Letsgo and file a report on my condition.”“Acknowledged...”A bright flash hit the robot and the machine fell over in a tangled mass of molten Vari-plast, circuits and metal, I barley felt the added pain of the burns.“He won’t do any reporting and you will die.” Said the voice.Someone else in the room had panic in his voice.“Admiral Swybin. We need to get him out of here. Chances are the robot already filed. 'Will you join me?' I asked.'Will, it's Jennifer. Please don't call me Miss McCallister. It makes me feel like I'm back in school. You're not exactly the 16-year-old rebel who arrived in the lobby with a bad reputation, are you?' she laughed.She sat next to me.'I'll have a dry, white wine please, Will. Seeing as you're so fabulously famous and successful, you can pay. You definitely owe me one,' she flirted, unrelentingly.This couldn't be happening. I was sat talking to the woman I had obsessed. Night had encompassed us by now and sleep seemed to become more and more appeasing to me as irritating country songs rambled into my tired head on the radio. I turned off the radio and Greg complained loudly, "Dude, I was listening to that! Turn it back on now or I'll kick your ass." "If I wanted to rot my mind, I would listen to rock music instead of retarded music talking 'bout them good ol’ boys getting drunk and falling off of hay bails. It makes me feel like my brain is. He strokes yours legs and gently and slowly caresses his way up to your thighs, again you part them further giving him no resistance at all. He soothes his masculine hands over your legs as your dress rises and bares you beautiful legs. You lean over and kiss his thick dark hair and smell the fresh scent of his shampoo mixed with his wonderful wooded cologne.He glances naturally at your full cleavage as your natural buxom breasts catch his attention, he looks guiltily up towards you and you.