There were various other departments needed; finance, procurement, engineering corps, intelligence and the list went on. However, beyond the humongous...task of military strategy, the very wise and powerful men chosen to oversee the work of the committee had collectively agreed that a dramatic social reform of the military's troops was crucial.Blackmail, threats, and the sheer blind and unquestioned orders from superiors that the subordinates were obliged to follow fearfully, despite all logic or. She smiled and then stepped forward and gave me hug."Don't worry Mike. As usual, the women of the family have got us all organised," she smiled.She was wearing a loose-fitting satin blouse with the tan leggings and when she hugged me her ample bosom was crushed between us. The scent of her perfume could not overcome the miasma of bourbon and cigarettes on her breath. Our crotches briefly rubbed and I felt quiet uncomfortable; it felt like mom wasn't wearing anything below her waist. It was. “That’s true but I doubt that would bother you,” Frank returned.“You’re right, it would not and if I knew the King was supporting terror in the US like his sons, I would cut his throat, King or not,” I replied.“Wait a minute. You knew that Crown Prince was funding terrorism for sure?” Ben asked. And then he added, “That’s why the blacked out boxes on the screen whenever we were at your command center. That’s why you were looking at South Africa on Google a few weeks ago. You knew what they were. And so on.It wasn't an appropriate way to fight boredom, yet still... Somehow it didn't seem like anything new to them. Moreover, at certain point they both looked as if they have totally forgot an initial intent not to repeat all the thing again and again 'till it was too late to stop. They both been kinda exhausted from unevenful days of complete sultriness. When the evening brought nice fresh air into the appartment, it wasn't just somewhat of a joy, it was trully liberating. And it was.