He staggered back, still holding the coffees in his hands.I ran toward him again jumping but directing my kick to his chest. The heel struck his stern...m, he crashed to the ground, his hands spasmed as he did crushing the Styrofoam cups. Standing over him, I gazed at him, eyes rolled around trying to focus. I kicked again, driving the heel of my boot deep inside his chest. The blood gushed for a moment the just oozed. His eyes moved no more as the light vanished from them.Bending down I took the. One of the innovations that Commander Northrop and the crew of the Cleito had made on Maaku, was the creation of autonomous outreach centres. They featured public washrooms, showers and recycling on the main level, along with a communal meal pavilion they had redesigned for the locals to organize their own communal meals, with the food synth menus only having a selection of basic meals with easy to follow recipes that anyone could follow. It still only operated during the breakfast and supper. They were intelinet troubleshooters, special forces, and spies all merged into a single cohesive whole. Great in terms of operational flexibility. Irritating when the only thing you had wanted to do with your life was fly cool spaceships.Fuzz was an intelligence term. Basically, nothing was certain in the world of intelligence. Physics might have the surety of gravity and the absolute confidence of thermodynamics. But intelligence had a load of probables, and maybes and well I guesses. The. My whole body was quivering and I felt inadequate but also desperate. Strangely I wanted to make mother happy, my selfish need to peek and then touch had dissolved with my discoveries. My mouth latched on her closest nipple as my two fingers moved steadily in and out of her sex. She was whimpering and moaning loudly beneath me, her two hands stroking my hair and shoulders, her whole body was wiggling, trembling and thrusting.Later, I would remember and think that precious first for us lasted.