”“Let me know when you work it out.” She left then. She just stood up, said nothing and went. I followed her back as she walked through the bar,...all the way to the door. Not once did she look back.That was the Friday night. On Saturday I went back, earlier than the night before. The same dyke served me a gin and tonic without asking what I wanted. I sat at the same stool. The bar was quieter. The dyke handed me a note. I looked at her questioningly but she just shrugged and moved away. Service. Moving her head back and forth making sure it reaches deep into her throat each time some of her spit running down her mouth and chin as she moans softly knowing how much that intensifies things for Marcus, vibrating his cock lightly while down in her throat before he laces his fingers into her hair and pulls her back while she licks the tip looking up at him. "You're such a good girl Maria. I don't understand how your husband wouldn't let you do this to him. Everything you touch with that. "Waa... ? Ah... yes sir. Recall escorts and proceed to Falm 6 at our best speed." The ships got their orders and in most cases they proceeded quickly out of the system. They would complete the link up in a few hours. At that time the dozen ships would fan out to protect their small group."What are our orders, Sir?"This should be discussed privately, but the crew would soon know anyway. The presentation of the information should be given with a little fanfare though. On a private channel Charlie. . Weeks of being unable to communicate fully ... Weeks of being unable to sleep in the same bed without having the kids interrupt us ... Weeks of not smelling you and kissing you intimately, like we used to.I imagine it’s night, and as soon as we’re through the door of our place, I head straight to the tub and fix a steaming hot bath, complete with salts that turn the water milky and fill the room with the scent of tangerines. When it’s ready, I call you in, and we share the tub quietly,.