"Heh. I was talkin' about Captain Kirk the other day. Mebbe I really shoulda meant Spock. Nice little mind-meld thing you got goin'."Cassie smiled fai...tly. "I just need more time to figure out how this works." Unfortunately, we don't have a lot of time left," Jason said. "Cassie, you think you might be able to use this later when Heather has to go to detention with Ms. Hollis?" I'd rather not do it if I could avoid it, but--" She paused and shook her head. "No, forget I said that. You're right.. We sat down for a few minutes and made small talk. After what seemed like 15 minutes had passed, Beth leaned over and undid my pants exposing my penis in satin panties. She took a good look at my cock before she touched it and looked over at Greg and said, "Look Greg, his cock is twice your size." Greg looked over to see his wife start to lick my cock through my panties. Greg kept staring at my cock. Shortly after a short sucking by Beth, she invited me to shower and get dressed in some of her. I also enrolled for my doctorate; my planned thesis was to be on the militarization of the police. If there was anything I could speak to, it was the military and the police.Another thing that took some time was that Tolley Hunter found her ghost writer. One afternoon she conference-called a fellow named Christopher Balvin, who laid out what he was thinking. He was thinking of alternating chapters, basing the book on biographies of Tolley and me. She was only a few years older than I was, so. He felt the faint click in histhroat and coughed experimentally. "Huh." He could speak again!"I found him!" he said excitedly."Found... Mister X?" Lila guessed. Armand nodded. "How?" He smells of cologne and cigars. I noticed it in the bath but itwasn't something notable then, but when I served him, he... eh...kissed me and I smelled it more clearly then. He laughed too and thatwas what first made me suspicious, as it sort of sounded familiar..."Lila held up a hand as Armand realised he was.