She let that word sit in her mind for a moment: ‘permission’, and she discovered that she liked the word. She thought a bit and sent her message: ...��Thank you for your messages, and for the permission to ask one question, one among my many, many! This is so strange! But my question: Are you male or female!’ Carol Anne She sat back then regarding the class but everyone was working and most were typing on their computers. It wasn’t possible to guess who it was. She got a reply. Carol Anne, Lovely. Her boyfriend, Matt, was out of town on business, and she didn’t expect to get a call from him till later that night. The doorbell rang. Megan wasn’t expecting anyone. She hesitantly got up from the couch and looked thru the peephole on the door, and much to her surprise, there stood Matt with a dozen roses. She quickly fumbled to unlock the door and threw her arms around him with much excitement and surprise. She hadn’t seen Matt in about a month and had missed him very much. Matt embraced. More than that, he had made light of the catastrophic loss of life. Had that always been the position of the Matriarchy’s hierarchy, that those of lower rank were to be expended like ammunition as the situation required? A good Alpha cared for their pack, provided for them, protected them. While such sacrifices were sometimes necessary for the greater good of the territory, this one had not been.She marched into the prefab structure that housed the galley, where the crew’s meals were prepared. She was right up against Matt as they dance and he could feel her breasts pressing against him"My name is Maura," she said. "I haven't seen you in here before and was hoping you dance as a number of the men who are here don't. I hope you don't think it was too forward of me to ask you to dance?" Not at all, I am from out of town and I wasn't sure as to what the protocol is here on asking a woman to dance. I don't need some jealous boy friend asking me to step outside. I am glad you asked."They.