‘Look, this is my house. Our wives are inside along with the wives of two other L.A.P.D. officers. We’re not going to just stand around and wait w...ile a bunch of bureaucrats argue over the best way to handle the situation! The bastard has already proven that he’s a dangerous man. I don’t think he’s going to listen to reason and just let our wives go…especially not my wife! He’s already attacked her once and I’m not going to let him get the chance to do it again…or possibly worse! ‘Now, if. You have travelled across space for almost a year and have 2 more to go, at least. You are close to your destination and would be able to start your research soon.You don't like to be far from home, and if The Fence's casualty track record is any indication, you may not even return to earth at all, but this is a regular part of the job and what you signed up for. Granted, you signed up hoping to kick alien ass and teach space women to love, but that's besides the point. Bottom line is, this is. He had never been interested in that nonsense. Wine snobbery annoyed him.“Can I ask you a question?” he asked before she went away.She smiled. “Go ahead.”“How... how come you know Bradley?”Her smile broadened as she leant closer. “How do you think I know him?” she asked. “He’s a guest here and I work behind the bar and sometimes in here.”He still looked puzzled.“He’s a man. He finds me attractive and so... you do know about the birds and the bees?”He smiled. He felt stupid.“As your wife knows,. We're going to lunch and the game together," he said.So this was Betty's boyfriend. I shook hands with him and we chatted while waiting for the girls. When they showed up I had a better look at them. Betty was at most 5'3, and from what I saw last time in the dinning hall, she wasn't a swimwear model material. She however had a very delicate face. Denise was almost my height, and even in her jacket, I could see she definitely had long legs. Stephanie was kind of average looking until she.