We landed at Minneapolis St Paul International general aviation section at 0730. Suburban from the MAAR site were waiting on us. Traffic was a mess th...t made us half an hour late getting to the farm site.There was a pair of army guards posted at the lane entrance with M16s who stopped us. I showed them my Federal ID and badge, then asked, “Who is in command here?”“Major Carl Betts, he is up there by the house. He said to send you there when you came. There is also Len Zimmerman from the DHS. That she will always be suspicious of people and that it will turn her into an ugly person. 'Ugly on the inside becomes ugly on the outside.'"I let her talk. I didn't understand some of what she was saying, especially about that link thing and all, but I knew enough to keep quiet. Finally the silence got to me, and I had to open my big fat mouth."So, is there anything we can do to help her get over this?"That's right. I said "we." Stupid, stupid, stupid.She seemed to give a start, as if 'doing'. And guys trust me this is a real story most of the stories are fictional this incident happened 2 months ago so the heroine of the story is my mami her name is Shruti(real name) she is 39yrs old and she is a really a crazy lady she is very close with me since my childhood and her sizes guys trust me one would be lucky enough to fuck that ass and her boobs are 34 and she is a pro in licking.Being with her is always fun, everyone loves her company and she has a son who is studying in his 10th. Aboard the Hyperion the only difference between enlisted personnel and officers was more or less only the rank pin on your collar. Captain Zezz treaded and acted the same around the lowest First Class Starman as he did around his bridge officers. He told jokes with them, participated in games and on board sporting events and most unusual. The ship used only one mess hall. Officers and enlisted ate in the same place. There wasn’t even a specific seating order. Even the Captain sat down wherever.