“You’re just a bunch of terrorists and murderers.”“You’re not dead yet are you?” the sergeant snapped at him. “Then don’t make stupid ...gnorant comments. You should die, but that’s not my call, and I’ve orders to hand you over to the proper authorities.”“Who will just let us go, and arrest you morons instead.”“Not Truth And Freedom, ‘you moron’, nor The Patrol, but to the proper authorities. Those that the TaF and the Patrol have tried to supplant. Those that Thorn and his criminal bunch of. I had agreed to share with her, as I had a double bed, and the room was quite spacious. That evening we dined together in my room, off trays brought up by Sergio, who lingered as he opened the wine bottle, wondering, I could tell, if there was an opportunity of any kind for him. I didn’t want to discourage him too much – he was really a very attractive young guy. Afterwards, I showered, and returned, my hair wrapped in a towel, wearing a robe, to find Greta still dressed in jeans and tee shirt,. She began to cry and her tears are like knives in my heart. I took her in my arms as she said that she always dreamed of getting pregnant by having a man place his sperm in her egg in a way that its supposed to happen. Two years later and no k**s yet, and with a clinic being out of the question, I started hinting that maybe one of our male friends could maybe have sex with her just to get her pregnant. She was totally grossed out that, someone she knew or had met would be seeing her naked with. Bev focused on that thought, ignoring the treacherous whisper in the back of her head that asked, ‘Why?’ She needed to try because she couldn’t trust Mona (but she could, she could trust her intimately and completely.) She needed to try because she wasn’t into girls (but Mona was special, different, her warm, wet pussy was so hot and sexy and lickable…) She needed to try because her gallery was just starting to become a big success (so why not hire an assistant to handle the boring day-to-day.