I took my dress, switched off the light and went to my room. I have succeeded in fucking my mother; the satisfaction I got cannot be expressed in word.... My dreams have come true. Next day was Sunday. I have not got up wantedly till 9 o clock. My mother has come to my room and said to me “ Raja get up it is already 9 o clock, be ready and come for breakfast “ and I told “ Yes amma . I tried to hide my face I am unable to see my mother’s face directly due to guilty conscious. My mother was normal. ”“I’ll get the hyperspace coordinates calculated. Just hold ‘em off for a few minutes,” Malik said. “Activating cloaking systems.”“That may not help us,” Serra replied. “Sensors are picking up a new signal. Looks like the lead fighter chasing us is using a powerful, concentrated scanning system. They’re able to track our location, even while cloaked.”“Got that, Rex? Take these guys out, or we’re sitting ducks.”“Copy that.”By this time, a squadron of five ARC-170 fighters had caught up. As a female, she rarely had he opportunity to use them except in the exercise yards. The sound of voices finally stopped her progress. She inched close enough to listen, recognizing her brother’s voice as one of the participtants in the conversation. The feminine voice was speaking in a harsh tone. ‘. . . your sister?’ ‘Yes, that was Cayden. She came home yesterday,’ Hayden answered casually. ‘Well, at least that explains why you rushed home from your hunting party,’ the woman snarled. ‘I guess. Mr. Morton?’ He stood. ‘Nine. Seventeen. Twenty-three. Twenty-eight.’ There were a few bemused snickers from the room. ‘Interesting…’ MacNeal deadpanned. ‘By some bizarre twist of fate, those were last night’s Daily Four lottery numbers, were they not?’ More laughs, including from Morton. ‘Uh… well, law school is expensive, so I figured, you know…’ ‘Indeed,’ MacNeal said with a nod. ‘Financial security is no trivial matter, even for a tenured professor. Quite understandable. Ms. Upton?’ She.