”Oh yeah, I was honored as hell. And I was embarrassed, and not in a good way. Toasts, formalism, all of it meant nothing to me, never had. And, all...the while my wife, Rozelle Carter, held me back from retreating from the room. Boy did I want to retreat. The celebration had no allure for me, not yet, maybe not ever.Then it was time for a speech, so I was informed by the crowd of them. I say from the crowd of them because everyone kept chanting “speech-speech-speech!” Rozelle nudged me. I took a. She pushed the robe further apart to reveal both her breasts to my gaze."Play with them both" she commanded me in a firm but soft voice.My hands snaked up over her mounds, with my fingers catching her hard nipples between them. I pinched them gently watching her face all the time for her reactions. Her eyes closed and then they fluttered as I played with her beautiful mounds.She let me do that for a minute or so before she opened her eyes again saying "I want to see your young cock ... stand. ‘No, Steve. You’ll never lose me. You’ll only lose me to death someday. I love you.’ * * * * Back to Beverly Hills. Audrey in her black gown, this time altered a bit to look like a jacket and skirt. The climate had changed dramatically. It was early summer but today the skies were clouded in greyness and a light rain began to fall. Audrey felt she was already late, having agreed to meet Gabrielle West at exactly noon. Didn’t that woman eat lunch? She certainly didn’t look like one of those. "We have about 150 fully operational small ships and fighters," the officer replied.Tristan nodded, looking at the tightly packed Sicceian fleet on the screen an idea forming in his mind. "How near are they to completing the base?" We believe that they will be ready in seven to ten days," one of the other officers replied."Can your scientists and engineers replicate the Sicceian computer system on one of your capital ships that are in need of repair?" Tristan asked.The officers in the room.