"Cyrano Jones!" the man retorted."The same Cyrano Jones who's supposed to be cleaning the tribbles out ofSpace Station K-4?" asked Magnolia, and Cyran... nodded and said:"Yes, that's me. I stole a shuttlecraft and left the station when Iheard about the new automated cargo vessels coming into service, The'renothing but pieces of robotic junk, and I hate robots intensely!" Take him away!" Magnolia shouted. "I'll see to it that he's returnedto Space Station K-4 to finish cleaning out those. Sophie, his Nanny, didn't see it; and John was sure she would have cried out, but she just continued washing his little head. He hated the feel of her warm hands on his scalp, the way the fingers felt running through his hair. There was nothing loving in that touch, but a determination to get to the end of the task. It was marked by singular impatience.John didn't like Sophie. She was mean, and always seemed put upon — especially when it came to doing anything for John, despite it being her. I started the Jeep up and pulled away, chuckling to myself about what her report of the stop might say when she turned it in at the end of her shift.I must have timed it right, because a large white plane with the Presidential Seal on the vertical stabilizer was landing. I waited in the Jeep by the Whisper and went through my moves in my head. The plane taxied up to the area where the General said they would. There was a large crowd waiting for them to deplane, and I wondered if this would make. After a while I turn in your arms and we kiss softly at first, nibbling, tasting. The kiss grows deeper as our tongues stroke each other. Our bodies begin to move of their own will. Pushing and pulling merging against one another. Our legs are tangled together, our hands are grasping and holding as we continue to kiss. I break from the kiss and begin to kiss your chin and neck. Sucking and tasting your body as I explore. My hands caress your arms and chest as I work my way lower. My lips kiss.