." she breathed in hushed reverence.She made a more successful attempt at sitting, then parted her hair with her hands and pulled the heavy locks back...over her shoulders to keep them out of her face. The soft hair being drawn across her huge jugs felt heavenly and she cooed with pleasure, then started to rub them. They were real, they were firm, they were beautiful, and they were hers. She cautiously made it to her feet, the unaccustomed momentum of her tits pulling her this way and that,. What did you think I was going to do, just sit around and twiddle my thumbs, wondering where my beautiful wife was? And now you dont want a divorce, thats make no sense, you obviously dont love me, you sure as hell dont respect me. Thats not true, I do respect you, very much and I do still love you. Somewhere things just got screwed up. I dont know how it happened but it did. That doesnt mean we cant fix it, Dan. Think of the children, what it would do to them if we got divorced. Oh, now you. Petra would serve me as well, of course. She was eager and willing, bending herself to whatever I might desire, but she was Angela's more than mine, a fact beyond even Angela's power to change. And to some degree I found Petra's obeisance annoying, or perhaps boring is a better word. I enjoyed much more the resistance of Audrey, who was still fighting what she'd become four days later. It was a challenge, breaking her to my will, and I spent much time doing it, basking in Audrey's fear and love. She looked away for a moment, and said in a quiet voice, “I’m not sure, but I think there’s something wrong with the Power Core.”This had everyone sitting up in alarm, and John looked worried as he asked, “What’s the problem? Is it structural? Are we at any risk of it blowing?”She frowned as she shook her head, and replied, “No, we aren’t in any danger, and I didn’t mean quite like that. When I was copying out the schematics for the refit, the Power Core looked really familiar, but wrong.