"How did you know?" Dreams, except they're memories, not dreams, and I don't even want to know how to tell them apart because then I might find out th...t the others are memories too and I just don't really want to know about it if I died and that Victoria was my Mommy, not that that is bad but it's just too weird and where was Elizabeth and I couldn't stand to know that Julie died and..."I'm sorry, I really tried, but I just couldn't help the look that I was sure was on my face. I know it must. He tried to bully his way onto Sir Galahad to complain to Admiral Grayson in person, but the marines guarding the transporter had no sense of humor and no time for sad stories. Most importantly, they were bigger and better armed than Commander Nguyen.Nguyen did manage to get in touch with Colonel Bryant when he returned to Veracruz as the final assault was being mounted on the last of the Sa'arm strongholds. Like Nguyen, Bryant had not been pleased when Admiral Grayson ordered him to evacuate. Someone had made a few mockups of those from wood and particle board, and it'd shown the effect of seawater fairly clearly.They tried a small round rubber-boat-like thing, but the gear packs were fairly heavy, and even mild rocking had capsized it. Lenore was forced to jockey the throttles until with each attempt it became clearer that this wasn't working.Making matters worse, Lenore pointed out, any larger rubber boat they might try to move the gear ashore with would need to a) be stowed on. I inserted another and he loved it. I then bent down and stuck my face and there and he went back to ecstasy. He stopped me after a minute or two not wanting his cum to spill down the drain. He then did me, the same thing working up lathering my hole and sticking one finger up there until I gave him an okay for two. Then I let him do three, and then four. He was really stretching me out, and the soap on my hole and his hands were great lube. He them buried his face deep into his ass and stuck.