”Jason hugged his three people. Gen. Karen Dupree, Gen. Matilda MacArthur, Col. Constance Ross and finally Gen. Sinefu Zarbanu, Intelligence; of the...Destroyers. They chatted over a light breakfast and talked about old times, recent events and children.The assistants joined them at the table after breakfast.“Osgood, please proceed; we will use first names and keep it all informal,” said Brecht.Jason, ladies and gentlemen; “We received the transcript of your conversation with your new generation. What would you say if I told you you’re the gentlest person I’ve ever known?”“I’m not gentle.”She sighed and her breasts moved against my hands like they were alive.“You’re gentle now,” she said. “So gentle, even though you could break me in half if you wanted to.”“But I don’t want to. I’d never do that.”“I know. That’s what makes you so gentle. Touch me like you want me to touch you.”My hands moved then. Her breasts had seemed bigger until I touched them. They practically disappeared under my. If I was suddenly cursed so that all I could do was hold you; that would be enough. If the Heavens above decreed that may only kiss you but once a day, my heart would almost burst, but it would still be enough. And if distance itself separated us physically, even staring across a bottomless chasm into your eyes would be enough. I love you, Misty. With out condition, and without regret."Her beloved let out a long sigh, resting her head on Miranda's shoulder, basking in the moment. "You're as. It was a marriage at a farmhouse and we were all staying there for two nights. The first night was lost in various activities and knowing each other. The next day during the main function she was wearing a saree with a blouse which was, for all practical purposes, a sleeveless one. The entire top portion of the blouse was of a netted material from which her fair and flawless skin was clearly showing through.I made it a point to break the barrier that day and tried to flirt with her. She was.