The music stopped and the preacher began to speak."Dearly beloved and skanky white whores, we're gathered here to commencewith the slavery union of Ha...k Black-whiteman's last living girlyboy toMs. Georgia Black's next eldest child Sandra Charisa Black."At the mention of her name, the lean black girl squared her shoulders tomeet her new bride. They were marrying her to a teenage girl. Daniellewas so confused, she didn't know how to respond.Luckily the preacher continued. "Who gives this. " I clasped my book closed, walking forward and taking a seat at the bar as my friend couldn't help but laugh at the memory or our employer with the face of a ripe tomato. Soon she used her claw to wipe away a tear, relieving a sigh as I sat in boredom atop the bar stool. I stirred in boredom, trying to think of other things to talk about, my mind coming up empty like this very bar. "Its the season of fall, isn't it?" I perked up "uhhh, yes it is indeed fall. Why do you ask?" when I watched. Waiting... This was where their rapport with Skryben could give them a slight advantage. They knew, instantly, every datum brought in by her scanners. Not yet. Not yet! Waiting... "FIRE!"The Vortigen ship responded, but too late. Not by more than a fraction of a second, but that was enough of an edge for this kind of warfare! A quiver through Skryben's structure told of the departure of her missiles, and the lights of the bridge dimmed as her turrets fired their deadly beams of quasi material. "He then steered me back into my bed and kissed me all over. I knew he was upto heavy foreplay. In the best case, he would make love to me and in the worst he will make me have orgasms.As I had mentioned in my earlier stories, I wear boluses which have hooks in my back. That infuriates him on one hand and on the other, it makes him hotter. I wanted him hotter.He said, "Let me remove this stupid pallu from over your blouse." And just moved it away exposing my heaving bosoms. He flipped me over.