Starting to take my clothes of piece by piece. Beginning with my shirt I grasped the bottom of my shirt and begin to raise it above my head exposing m...self to you. Releasing the shirt off to the side of us. I then begin to reach around behind me to unclasp my bra and let it drop off of my breast. I stand there for a moment while looking deep into your eyes and fondle them lightly pushing and pulling them very gently in a circular motion. Taking my left hand I move it towards my pants. Heh, heh, heh, besides, how many times have I had to throw someone out because they thought they could get in your pants?" Bobby chuckled at Nancy."Yeah, I know Bobby, thanks, but I still feel like shit. It's been getting harder and harder. I feel like I am losing control. Dave asks me what's going on but I am too ashamed to tell him." Whoa Nancy, when do you have trouble talking with him? Girl, I don't know that much about your past, but if you're having trouble the best person to talk to is. I am a deputy of the Imperial Marshals. You will move out of my way and stay out of my way.”They were stunned and backed away with hands raised. I waited until the way was clear and started for my vehicle as I holstered my pistol. Dragon dropped out of the sky to fly through the open door. I slid in and closed the door before raising the vehicle and turning to head for the system fleet headquarters. I spent the time thinking about the way everyone was behaving.I slowed and dropped to the ground. “What is that?” John asked, “Vince, we have the plane on visual. I will get back to you.”“10-4”“Mr. President, it is a Convair B-58 Hustler strategic bomber. Retired in 1970.” Lily responded.The Admiral said, “It’s a f___ing antic. Sorry, Mary. Lily when did that plane first get manufactured?“It’s alright sir, that thing retired before my grandfather made captain.” Mary said, “Speed is at around 600 miles per hour. We should be over Omak in twenty minutes.” Mary had her game face on. This.