What? You mean you didn't know about that? Well what about the United States shipping war materials on the ocean liner Lusitania, thus enticing, hopin... that the Germans would sink the ship and thrust us into the fighting of World War 1, or how the government secretly gathered the 7th fleet in Pearl Harbor knowing that the Japanese was about to launch a surprise attack there. How else could they get rid of all those "old, obsolete ships" and get us into the war while building a new navy? Of. The Confederacy and the CAP testing supposedly removed all of the scum from selection, but the truism of power corrupting had proved accurate and despite the screening there were a few bad apples.We were walking down a hallway after leaving the new offices of the Fleet Auxiliary. The man in charge there had practically pushed me out after I talked about the disappearance of one of the scout vessels they had sent out. The commander of the missing ship had no previous military command and more. There were still one hundred and eighty to go.Looking over at Shoemaker, I saw how he nibbled at his big thumb while he stared at his desk with a big frown of concentration. His forearm seemed even broader in its supporting position, and I wished to stroke its hairy skin and suck the big thumb. But not only the thumb. I felt a swift trembling through my body by the thought alone and I rubbed my pants a little to calm a rising boner. The marbles still poking my inner rear began to feel exciting. Then he started the real show. He pulled me close to him, with his eyes glowing with desire and holding my face, ran his fingers through my hair, eyes, ears and cheeks. It looked quite odd, but I had no other option. Kissing and sucking my chubby cheeks and juicy pink lips continued for 10 more minutes, after which his hands moved down to neck and chest over the shirt. I could feel goose pimples all over my body, when his fingers travelled over my spongy & fleshy boobs, nipples getting hard.