Broadman. I told him what Mr. Spencer had told me. Mr. Broadman said that he can’t wait to meet with me tonight at dinner. “Oh? You’re going...to dinner with us? He didn’t tell me that.” That’s all I could get out of my mouth, when I heard him chuckle.He excused himself for laughing, then said he will be by to pick me up from the office at 5. He then said Mr. Spencer will meet us at the Vianno’s around 6pm. I told him I can’t wait to meet him and see him then. We hung up, I could feel my. None of my officers had any problems with him doing it. They all liked him; he was polite, collegial and listened to advice. I can only say he is missed aboard the Hyperion. He often appears deep in thought, even a little depressed or very quiet, so I had him take out the Hyperion and like all bridge officers he took the Conn at times. Once he sits in that Chair he changes, you can feel his confidence. And his age somehow vanishes, crew follows him.”Stahl put his beer down. “The way he handled. No, please!" she cried, as a shadow entered the scene. She burst into tears "No, please I don't want to," as her chair began to back away from the desk. She looked so innocent, and helpless. Her mascara visibly running down her cheeks, leaving a trail of black makeup. A man entered the shot, and pulled her to her knees. The microphone clipped to her shirt picked up the distinct sound of a zipper. The man's pants fell to the floor revealing his backside, as he grabbed the young woman by the hair. She told some stories of the porno films and she would open up to other nurses to also comment about their own experiences. Back to my ass and my wife's fucking me. We got to the point that we named my boy pussy and all the "friends" my boy pussy had. We named her Cleopatra. That way my wife could fuck Cleopatra any time she wanted and as much as she wanted. Cleo was her bitch, not me as mentioned already. My wife would start asking how was Cleo today. She would then speak of what Anthony.