"Well we thought of that too," said Kara. "I figured we would follow the same recipe that worked for Michelle last time." "Drinks at Tammie's?" I ask...d jokingly. "No! A couple of bottles of wine right here at our house," Kara said. "Sounds like a plan. When is this little ménage à trios going to happen?" I asked. "Next Saturday," Kara answered. "I figured that would give us a week to think about it." "Think about it!" I thought to myself. The only thing to think about was what type of wine. Web was too narrow for our slitters, we didn't have a good source of poly-coated foil, and not enough customers. Other than that, it was a great opportunity," I laughed."Yeah, that was then ... but this is now. I've have a line on a Mark Andy thirteen inch wide press, ten colour. A label printer in Winnipeg I know was talked into it by his sales manager. It was a mistake. He wants to sell it, but not in his market." I don't know much about Mark Andy presses, Leo, other than they're U.S. made. You know, she does look flushed. I thought it was from the sex and constant stimulation, but maybe it wasn’t. Did she get sick?I pull over. ‘What’s wrong?’ I type out and hand it over to her.‘I feel hot, and tingly, and like I need to come.’ I look at her confused.‘Come where? We’re already going to a hotel so you can rest.’She huffs out an annoyed breath that turns into a whine. A whine that sounds familiar and makes my dick twitch. ‘No. I feel like I need to have an orgasm.’What the fuck. My. I came here to drive an APC, and Reyes is a mechanic, but the Lieutenant Colonel asked for anyone who had some experience with martial arts, so ... here we are.”“I’m Corporal Cooper, and this is Admiral Korbaz,” he said as he gestured to his towering counterpart. “She’s going to be fighting the Matriarch in a few days, and she needs any edge that she can get. Her opponent is larger, stronger, and a more experienced fighter. Problem is, the outcome of the war kind of depends on her.