I suppose it is six of one half a dozen of the other. It is a moot point anyway. It is rare to get a promotion to manager, especially in such a small ...estaurant. The extra pay would be nice.”“I suspect you have worked the industry enough that you know a few good waitresses that would love to quit their jobs if a respectable place opened up with a manager they could trust.”“That is never a problem. Off the top of my head, I can think of a half dozen girls.”“What about cooks?”“That is a bit more. " Turning, she gestured toward the door."Who has the con?" Mead inquired.Kampar slowed a step to let Mead catch up. "Foster and Gauteng are on twelve hour shifts." Excellent," murmured Mead.Kampar added, "Fischer here is on call to transport back up, kick ass, and take names." I've enjoyed staying here serving as the ensign's adjunct," Fischer imparted, to ease the Commander's mind."The medical staff wants you to eat during our briefing." Kampar stepped through the opening door to leave the. He felt little tremors within his balls, as though the climax was not far off.Still it didn't come. She kept grinding, and licked his face and neck as she kept grinding. She buried his head within her breasts and suffocated him for a few moments. Just as he was panicking, she allowed him to breathe.“Baby,” she said, in a throaty whisper, “don’t you just love this?”He felt fire in his loins. This was a lot more than a single ejaculation. He felt tingling in his toes and fingers and a larger. Earlier that next morning she had awakened -- languorously -- feeling more relaxed and happy than she could remember. She had been awake only seconds before the dream returned. Once again she had dreamed that Dick had made love to her -- violent, satisfying, and thoroughly enjoyable love! And she had reached orgasm after orgasm until her climaxes had all run together in one sweet, never-ending symphony of sensation. She swallowed noisily as she remembered the details of that dream. It had been.