" Ah well," I said, "When it comes to estates they will always be trumped by the prong." Easy for you to say Pinkers," Sam Verney chipped in, "But wha... about those of us with human size prongs not the bollocks of a prize bull." "Well that's hardly my problem is it?" I informed them and I tucked into my brunch while wondering if shepherds pie, fried eggs, bacon and tomato was an entirely wise choice for my meal.The noon came and with it my departure from the Southam Courtenay and its environs. Mel, still holding the back of my head, began quivering as I licked her. With a shakey voice, she said. “Oh God! That’s wonderful!”I stood, and cradled my little cheerleader in my arms. I carried her to the bed and gently placed her on it. I stood beside the bed, admiring Little Mel, as I finished undressing. She lay quietly before my gaze with nothing on but her gold socks with the blue “P” at each ankle. The sight of her nearly flat chest, those fantastic nipples, slender body, and now bald. I could feel his eyes on me as we headed up the stairs to the second floor. Was he merely following and I only hoped he was checking me out or were his eyes on my rear? There was no way to know without turning to face him, so I kept walking (adding a little extra hip wiggle to my steps, just in case).He opened the door for me, "After you, my dear." As I brushed past him I got the faint whiff of aftershave and soap, but also an indefinable scent that was his underlying natural scent. My. For the future, we would set up another training center here. The weapons use and tactics sections of the commissioning workups would all be done here at Barnard's Star. We'd put together a training syllabus and a live-weapons course, and once there was a school-house station to live and work in Admiral Sykes would move out here. Someone else could supervise the overhaul process at Jupiter Station, once we had the bugs worked out and were just sending the ships through the pipeline.I had spent.