She was petite and Asian, with long, black hair and an angular face. Jay had always found her attractive but she had this kind of cold, aloof edge to ...er that turned him off sometimes. Other times, though, she was all smiles and sex appeal and, Jay thought, glancing up at her, it was just his luck that today was one of those days, when all he wanted her to do was leave. ‘I heard you’re going to that Sara Lee competition in Chicago,’ she said. Shit. Now he really didn’t feel like. She brought her other hand up to grab gently at his head as the flat of his tongue embraced her clitoris.His tongue massaged her clit in a consistent circular motion while he simultaneously began to tease the outer edges her vagina with the pad of his thumb. Another siren, was it the police, fire truck or ambulance? She could not tell, neither did she care.She couldn’t see anything through her makeshift blindfold; her eyelids were bound shut in ecstasy. She wanted to see his face but her eyes. With me were my senior officers and each of them proceeded to their stations, exchanged the formulaic hand over procedures, which included a short report regarding the current situation.Roghor did not salute me, as this was not done on the bridge of a Union ship, despite an official regulation. There was an unwritten one that was observed on almost all ships, as far as I knew.Roghor, had completely recovered from the horrible torture he had to endure, not so long ago. There were quite a few. I tried telling him not to do anything unless he’s on the clock, but ... Yeah, try telling that to a 15-year-old when they’re excited. He wants to set things up with themes, like a course built on Greek mythology and stuff.”“Well, I guess there’s a lot worse things a 15-year-old could be doing.”“True. I’m thinking we might have to split the property. We’d have to pay taxes on both, but if they are separate lots it might save us on liability issues with the insurance.”“Okay. I mean, the range.