It doesn't mean a damn thing to me. Why don't you just blurt out your real feelings and get them out of the way?" By now, Lacey had finished undressin.... She left her shift in a heap on the floor and sat back down."It's not right, Lacey. It's not right. My handsome young Jeff shouldn't be saddled with his mother." Still Lacey waited. "God, what a hunk," she sighed."It's one thing," observed Lacey, "having thoughts about something you can never do. Now, the rules are gone. You can have him if you. “And that is a matter which I will discover later tonight,” she confirms. “After dinner we can go back to my place and you can unleash that naughty side of yours. The night is young and you won’t be getting any rest tonight.”Derek gulps and sits back. His eyes never leave hers and they sit in silence all the way to the restaurant. Once there, she gets out, offers her hand and guides Derek into the restaurant.“Ah, Ms. Udasa,” the maître d says upon seeing her. “I see you have a guest this. When we get to the point where we're going to lose visual, launch Probe One to retain contact." Aye aye, Sir. Probe One will be needed in five minutes twenty-one seconds."In the probe bay in the keel of Archerfish, Probe One began warming up. It was about three metres long and had no supraluminal drive, but like Archerfish herself was as stealthy as Confederacy technology — at least that level released to the Human contingent of the Confederacy — could make it. The Confederacy referred to it as. As I tried to get up, Samantha took several pictures of me laying on top of Jessica.As I finally made it to my feet, Samantha disappeared around the corner, and Jessica stepped inside my house. I followed Jessica into my living room and sat in my chair, across the room from Jessica, who was now seated on my sofa. I asked Jessica why she kicked me and pulled me on top of her. As I asked, I remembered Samantha, and her camera. It began to dawn on me that I had been set up for blackmail. I was.