“If it’s Tafta, I don’t think we’d win ... not yet.”“Yeah, they’ll have better tactics, plus those big shleckers in the centre have fire... up as well,” he nodded.“FleetInt wants us to observe and give a direction when they do move.”“Let’s hope they don’t decide to divert their forces as the Black on Black is still two days out,” Passavo observed.“Yep. Ah, they are jumping!”“Going XD ... now, following the attack ships ... and ... it’s more or less away from Tafta.”“That’s a relief.”“Tell me. He zips his pants hours later and leaves kissing Maddie, wishing me a nice evening. I think maybe I imagined the whole thing. Maybe it was an accident. Maybe he really didn’t know he left his fly open and I could see his whole cock. No. No way. He saw me watching. Holy Shit! My rational brain kicks in. Maddie! What if she saw that? What would she say? Think? Do? What the fucking hell was I thinking watching him like that? I should have turned away. She is going kill me. Fire me. She isn’t. This meant I had to exercise all the functions I needed for the real program without exposing the algorithms or computational specifics.I got home that evening, and it wasn't long before my phone rang. I answered, hoping that it was Sandy, and it was! I said, "Sandy, what a nice surprise that you called me today! Please tell Sarah that..." - I paused, and went on, " that I'm so very grateful for her kindness and thoughtfulness in suggesting that you make that call. I can't believe it! Just. I watch them harden to her touch. “I want to feel them,” I said.She bent over, grabbed my hands and put them to her breast. They were heavy, they felt soft and firm. She moved my fingers to her nipples and used them to rub her, to run along the length of her breast. She led my hands to her cleavage, sliding my hands from her chest to her nipples and back again. She looked like she was enjoying this as much as I was.She put my hands down and moved closer to me. She pulled my head into her.