I was well fed, well looked after and no-one had treated me badly at all, and then I had become sort of attached to Zeeta and Izzie and even her mothe... had left a soft spot in my heart."Why do you ask that Zeeta?" I asked."I think that I am in love with you, and I would really love to marry you if that was possible." I don't want to go anywhere Zeeta. I don't like the idea of being any ones slave, but I would miss you all now if I left. You have all been kind to me here. But I am a slave, you. From the request of an environmental officer for a can of Stick-N-Seal to the procurement of new battleships. The decommissioning of old units and every detail in between. What looked so simple on a requisition form was multiplied the factor of several million times every moment of the day. Every personnel transfer request, promotion, demotion, discharge every report. No this was not him and this was the reason he never wanted McElligott’s job. He was a warrior, a fighter and a leader. He found. As the noise of the leather once again rang out its crisp staccato crack, this time on Gwendoline's rather appreciative hindquarters, Gwen's leg shot out and her dusty and hardened foot caught the nuisance right in his face, sending him sprawling, losing his grip on his gun as well as the strap.Gwendoline swept up both gun and strap with one hand and helped the man to his feet with the other. She returned his weapons to him and then addressed him, hoping he understood at least some. The doors closed. ‘Oh it is you!’ I exclaimed looking into your eyes. You pushed me up against the elevator wall pinning my hands over my head and started to kiss me, slowly. Gently running your tongue along my lips, pulling at my lips with yours. My breathing that I was trying to regulate became heavy and urgent as I was caught so off guard and it gave me an adrenaline rush. I cannot move. You kiss my lips, my neck, my chest. The floor bell dinged and the door opened sooner than we wanted,.