But there was ‘somebody’. – It was my uncle sitting crouched just below the bedroom door on the other side– he must have ducked when he saw me...coming, well unfortunately for him I could see his reflection on the glass pane in the bookshelf just in front of the bedroom door.I was terrified as to why was he trying to hide like that and slowly it dawned in me that this was not just my ‘maternal’ puppy Uncle- he was a lecherous ‘pervert’ and this time he was just wanting to get an eyeful of me-. Instead, it had the waterfall of subroutines to his left as Minerva’s face was on display beside it. The room was partially illuminated as before. It was pretty much the afternoon on the ship.“Minerva,” Ericson called out to her. “Report on your status.”“I am currently operating at 84% efficiency.”“That is good. We will keep working on that. I got the last of your human response subroutines fixed and operating now. Your memory core should be working at 99% now.”“My memory core is currently. "Looks like a god damn invasion!" He'd just come off the phone after having a difficult stumbling conversation with the Pentagon. He knew in an hour or so this operation would be out of his hands, he needed to get that shield down!Fin was slipping in and out of consciousness her legs giving way as she fell into a heap on the flight deck floor. She was writhing in pleasure her hands caressing her body under her tight t shirt her lips parted in a low ecstatic moan. "Oooooh. Mnnnnn mmmmmnnn!" Her. And she was either teasing me and intentionally letting me see down her tops or just completely oblivious to the show she was giving us guys.Stacy and I started out just becoming good office friends since she needed to be on my good side to use my office area for her clothes-changing routine. We'd talk about her horse riding and stable management activities. I was totally amazed at the things she did that a man half again as tall as her would find a full day's work. And she usually did a lot of.