I need to sleep. Frank agrees and walks in to his bed and flops down face first. I kick back in my fluffy robe on the couch and drift off to sleep. I ...leep but I have vivid dreams about my cock being stroked pulled and sucked. At 4 am my phone rings startled I jump to my feet in dread of who might call me at that time. It can't be good news. The caller tells me my window has closed. My life had now taken a new turn. I just got that kind of news that just crushes your insides. Everything I had. ‘Sixteen minutes to nine!’ said John Sullivan, in a voice which betrayed his emotion. One minute more, and the wager would be won. Andrew Stuart and his partners suspended their game. They left their cards, and counted the seconds. At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still nothing. At the fifty-fifth, a loud cry was heard in the street, followed by applause, hurrahs, and some fierce growls. The players rose from their seats. At the fifty-seventh second the door of the saloon. As hard Peter and Lily werepounding the night, Fleetsworth put them both to shame with her dread-inducing knocks. Frankly, it was surprising that the door wasn't fallingoff the hinges. It probably would in a few more moments."Shit! Turn on the tv!" Lily yelled as she searched for her own pantiesand threw sheets to cover the mess of her bed.Peter grabbed the remote to restart a grisly slasher flick filled withthe scream of young nubile women. The shrieks of terror could not competeto the. --””--COMMANDER HOLLOWNo one had showed up to brief me or anything. So I reported in ten minutes before the time I was supposed to be there. JAG Office 54653 was an entire floor of the building and I was asked by a human Ensign to wait in a boring lobby until I was called with a few arm chairs and a low table littered with fleet magazine foils.A single room plant in the corner looked somehow forlorn. Every now and then women in high heeled shoes and skirt suits would stalk down the corridor and.