"Sam, readings."He stated slowly and the AI responded."Everything is clear, Jackson. I suggest trying to stretch out, the armor took the fall well, no...damage there. Hop out and disconnect me."The femininely vocal AI said to him before it disappeared from his helmets visor screen. Jackson sighed and disengaged the suit, pushing the chest panel open and climbing out of it. The man had minor bruises up and down his body, but everything else was sound. He pulled a chip out from inside the armor and. I knew only one of them – Vlad Kirsh – he was my father’s boss. He ran in for some minutes from time to time. It seemed like he was attracted to my mom’s butt as he never lost a chance to touch it. The left two were boss’s friends – Ryan and John. I think my dad didn’t know them well, so did I. At first they look decent. But when the guests left they turned into the excited and a bit aggressive.They moved the table aside together with my drunken father and uncle Pitt. Then while two of them. I lowered my head and smirked to myself. When I next looked up at her, all I could see were her pouting lips.“Sorry,” I said.“Sorry, what?”“Sorry, Miss.”“That’s better.”We headed to the bus stop to catch a much later bus home than usual. I couldn’t believe it, in the long queue that had formed, I could see Samantha waiting with her friends.I became worried as I looked at the growing smile that Lucy was developing on her face. She pushed me forward towards Samantha.“Go on, tell her,” she ordered. I was surprised, but walked over and said hello.Now, working in a kitchen baking bread, is hard and hot work with the ovens blasting so near, so her face was dabbled with flour and tiny runs of sweat down her cheeks, wearing a cook's apron, tied tightly. Her shape was enhanced by the apron, accenting her breasts against the white material and the contour of her small hips. She wiped her hands on the side of the apron and offered me her hand to shake smiling. She seemed genuinely happy that I.