" Thank you, Captain Schlemmer, of the CSS Barnegat. This has been Sandy Hause, reporting from Earth orbit." And cut." Lyn gave her the thumbs-up. "Th...t shouldn't take much editing at all." Great," Sandy sighed in relief. "Let's get some lunch first. I'm starved."Captain Todmorton entered the Arthur C. Clarke's mess room for the midday meal. It had been a very busy yet routine morning, with the Science Division taken up with mission planning and the other divisions conducting General Quarters. “Wow, ten feet. I mean, I’ve been told I’m big, but I never measured,” I shot back.“Bada boom,” Tim mimicked a drum for a bad joke.“Tami, if you want the scoop, you know you need to talk to either Jan or Yuri. I’m not going to say what happened,” I reminded her.“But Jan?” she asked, and scrunched her nose to let me know what she thought of it.“Tim, what did you do with Tami this afternoon?” I asked.Poor Tim. It wasn’t fair to him, but I wanted to press home the point to Tami to back off. I. In fact, she has slept with him. He’s a police officer which must mean that he is following me because of something involving Bruce.It is truly hard to believe that a rather drab man like Bruce can engender such suspicion in others, but I guess that comes with being the attorney for such high-profile criminals. I mean the people he deals with are so much more interesting than poor Bruce. Don’t get me wrong; I love him dearly. He’s a cuddly teddy bear. The kind of man that you feel safe with.. "No we won't! Jeff won't be back for a couple of hours and you heard how much noise tires make in the gravel outside. Sit down so I can get you good."I'm nothing if not obedient. I sat. She knelt. A couple more slurps, though, and that blonde head bobbed up, smiling. "I got an idea!" Oh, no!" I said.She was unbuckling her jeans. "Oh, yes!" she turned around, her jeans and panties down, and backed into my lap. My erection found the very most perfect place in the universe. She sighed, started.