?Let’s see? I bet he will!? Fuck, I hope to hell he will, he thinks to himself as he’s suddenly ready to mount her, fuck her brains out as soon a... he sends the message.Chapter Two A couple days passing, a third and a forth, she finds a new e-mail in the mailbox just as he’s due home. It’s finally the e-mail she’s been anticipating as much as him, just not in the same vein. Scrolling through, reading it a second time, her stomach churns as she leaves it on the screen, thinks about its. "Breakout of incoming ships in 5 minutes captain. I have firm readings of at least 60 ships." The AI's voice stated calmly.Captain Colter raised her eyebrows at this. To be able to separate out 60 specific ships was a feat that deserved respect. Usually a human crew needed a little more time to get readings enough to extrapolate from."Confirmed Captain." responded Commander Alton from Sensors. Captain Colter nodded."Diamond pattern attack formation. Stay on track. Original plan still a go. Send. Court was driving her mother's Volvo and had the seat pulled forward to reach the pedals. It was a crazy box-shaped car, but I guess they've got a super-good reputation for safety. Jen and I were really quiet as Courtney drove with her knuckles turning white on the steering wheel.And what exotic place did we go to on our first day off and out together? The mall. Apparently, that is where girls go to have fun. I had visions of an afternoon spent in a lingerie shop with them modeling bras and. "The reply was eminently reasonable, Linda knew, even if it was a little mysterious. It was time to change the subject, "So why did you and your husband get divorced?" Well, we'd been having problems for a while," Emma shrugged, "money, that sort of stuff. He worked for the Army, in one of their R&D labs. I wanted him to go into the private sector, and he'd get 3 or 4 offers a year from defense contractors, but he never took them. We always were having trouble making ends meet, and these.