The site was cheesy and simple and cluttered as hell, but it seemed to be fairly active. She had never heard of it before, but it’s aesthetic remind...d her of the old days of HTML chats. She liked it.While the signup process was quick and painless, she found herself staring at the one thing she hated the most about sites like these. The dreaded Bio/Intro page. After 20 minutes of start-stop, make a paragraph/erase a paragraph, Mari flopped back in her chair and let out a big groan. “Intro.. Mrs Kempe was already present, to his surprise; then realised that he should not have been surprised at all.“Major Freeman reporting for duty, Colonel.”“Ah, yes, Major Freeman: our new Training Officer. In half an hour, I want you to address all the staff who are present and tell them your plans for them; some are off on other duties and we can see to them later.”The staff had been assembled outside the offices, and were standing in a semicircle in front as John stood to attention on the office. She put her free arm on him feeling his muscles beneath her hand hard and solid, his presence a large force in front of her, her face close to his so she could smell his cologne and almost feel his breath on her cheek. Slowly he led her around the floor and she fell into the sway of the dance, gradually relaxing under his assured touch enjoying the way he held her, his fingers lightly spreading out on her waist and back. He was right damn him, it had been awhile since she had really been held. The four staff members looked round in embarassment. Abattered old car pulled up with a shriek of brakes outside, rescuing themfrom this moment. Now Beth wasn’t breathing any more deeply than she had to. Druhlerhad given a nasty smirk when he walked in and saw her sitting naked on thetable. He’d asked a few neutral questions, taken her b***d pressure, poppeda thermometer in her mouth (relief!), run a stethoscope over her chest andback, looked her body over superficially. Now he was.