I had hand vacuumed the sofa and all sides of my three throw cushions. I opened my first beer, sat down on my sofa, looked around and proudly surveyed...my domain. I was watching a re-run of a celebrity fishing show when a soft knocking was heard at my door. It felt good to be heading to open the door without the fear and trepidation I'd been feeling before Jill, Donna, Sandy and I had sorted out our differences.When I got the door open I was treated to the sight of my three neighbors all dressed. We paid and entered the theater. It was quite dark, but I could see there where maybe 15 guys there, most sitting, but maybe 5 black men standing against the wall. They were all jacking off. I could tell my wife was uneasy, so I took her by the hand and led her to the front of the theater. I grabbed her ass as we walked down the aisle. We sat down and immediately a bunch of guys took up seats in front of us, behind us, and one black stud sat right next to my wife. She whispered to me she. She was laying there, serenely stretched out onto the beach chair andstaring up at the clear blue sky. Her skin marvelously bright againstthe sun and her hair on fire. The large sunglasses fixed above her smallnose seemed to accentuate her feminine features, exaggerating them toperfection. Her long legs arched back and forth, rubbing her small feetagainst the coarse fabric of the chair's cushion. Her large breasts roseand fell with deep breaths as she soaked the sun into her skin, theirstunning. "Turning off the vidscreen, Minerva turned back to Kat. "Pan went in two weeks ago. He was supposed to be making daily reports and had a fallback contact he would use if he couldn't contact us on schedule. If he missed more than three reports in a row, a pre-programmed message should have been sent to notify us that he was in trouble. He has missed ten now, and no emergency message was sent. What is more ominous is that communications with that sector have become spotty and frequent outages.