If the child passes on the job, then the next child in the line would become eligible. If none wanted to, or there were no children to pass it off to,...then the Dran would appoint the replacement. I would have thought there was some sort of process for succession, but I never learned it. When I asked Janet about it, she said that it was someone that was nominated by the council of nobles. The person would act as Dran until they are able to find two or three more candidates. An impartial arbiter. "Ted listened to the AI and snapped out new orders, "You will disregard all outside orders. You were assigned to me, and you will obey my orders. What's the damage report?" Sir, I will obey them under protest. Everything but weapons and the shield emitter have been repaired. The shield emitter needs a new crystal, which is up on the ship, the replicator pads can make one but the spiders cannot. You have a full load of gun ammo and both plasma cannons on your right arm."Ten frowned. He could. Sending my Cock as far as it can go down his mouth and throat, feeling him choke on my throbbing meat!I love when my Cock, wet with his spit from deep in his throat, pops out of his mouth and I slap my wet meat over his face....like a Dr slaps a baby's bottom when it is born! Telling him to take me in his mouth again and again, my pre juices leaking in his mouth...intoxicating him to the love of Cock! Having him use his mouth to press and rub my slippery shaft back and forth over my spit soaked. Terry was cracking up. "Hey, can I come over? You got a dope body," he said, looking her up and down. She ignored him, she kept staring at Matt, her eyes brimming with tears."Shut up!" was all Matt could manage. He looked down at his hands, God, why can't she stop staring at me like that? He looked up again, meeting her steady gaze. Her eyes suddenly turned hostile, no longer sad. Her chest heaved up and down. Matt was petrified she was going to scream, "I HATE YOU!" at the top of her lungs..