The fleet ahead of us is countering our missiles and is not sustaining significant damage. Sir, four missiles will impact our ship in five-seconds, br...ce yourself.” They felt the deck shudder, beneath their feet.“Damage?”“Sir we have lost an engine. Reserve fighter bay 3 is destroyed with eighty fighters and men and marine staging areas 5-8 are destroyed with all personnel. We have lost one power supply and have a weakened shield on the port side.”“A second wave of missiles is incoming sir; our. No sensein having the cops called because I could not keep quiet, he said. Next he decided to amuse me, or at least that is what he said. I wasn't surewhat he meant by that but I soon found out. He released me long enough to stretchme out on the yoke; made out of PVC pipe with a rope through it and clips tiedto the ropes at each end of the rope. The middle of the pipe had been cut outand the rope passed through a clip in the middle as well. The middle clip attachedto my collar ring at the base. ”“I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed.“Oh, it’s been years and years. I was only a little older than you at the time, so it was what, perhaps eight years ago? It made for quite a scandal at the time, too,” AnneMarie admitted.“A scandal, how? Because you were engaged?”AnneMarie laughed brightly at this and told me her story. “Well, as I said, I had just turned eighteen, and my father brought home a family friend. My father runs a large butcher and sausage shop, and he brought Jonathan home a few days. Kyle joins us with an grin--—he knew what was comming, and wanted to watch. I sat him in the chair, and pulled out the clippers. It wont hurt dawg—and proceed with the buzz cut. You might call it a military cut. “Damm dawg—you sexy as fuck ! Tight pair of jeans, barefoot, shirtless—fuck ya—you be ripe for pickin!” Tommy blushed, and just said thanx Taz. “Ahhh cheer up dawg—it'll grow back---just like all this hair on ur nuts.”“wow—what the fuck ?”” Sorry dawg—it's gotta come off, so we can see.