This migration is important, for some reason. Can't you feel it?" I know. I can feel it, too. However, what does it mean?" Kris asked as she watched s...me of the wolves not far ahead of where she and her husband."I wish Redhawk was around, then I might know what some of this means." You and that silly old man. But I think, this time, you just might be right." Look, all we can do for now is go where the wolves go. If they go too far south we'll have to leave them and cross at a proper border.. His name was Rick. Goodness knows how shy kids ever hook up, because Rick and I spent five minutes alone together, three times per day. In complete silence! I looked at my shoes. Rick looked at the ceiling, or at his watch, or anywhere but me. For pity’s sake, why didn’t one of us have a wing-man, or wing-woman, whatever! This must have gone on for weeks, and it probably would have kept going on if one day I didn’t look at my watch, lose my grip on my books and then spill them with a shriek all. "Nah, they said they aren't sharing and I respect that. You have already gone further than you should have, Traci." Meg was more encouraging, "Go ahead, Jim, there's no harm in letting your desires be known. That doesn't mean it'll happen, but can't hurt to be honest." Oh, well...fuck...Traci has always wanted to see me take a cock in my mouth and make a man cum on me like I do to her. And...well...I ...well...shit, okay, I have always wanted to give a blow job too. But I ain't asking you to. "Want to go see Robertson and Morales off in the morning?" Mayfield hesitated, and Jeff quickly went on, "Ship won't fuck with you – maybe," he finished with a snigger."I'll, uh, let you know, Colonel."As they walked toward the Retreat and Mayfield's vehicle, he unconsciously put a hand to his ear as his Sergeant spoke to him on his implant."Stand by one," he responded before turning to Colonel Matthews. "Sir, the two troopers who were the primary escorts for Lieutenant Fisher and Selina when.