"Yeah; nice looking! Real nice!" The short boy kept pushing."Keith, lay off! She's dating that officer. Trent told me. He says he's pretty cool, too."...Ben was feeling a little uneasy. Sure, he had fantasized about Trent's mother, they all had, but talking about it at prom was another thing."I wonder if he's doing her," one of the guys wondered out loud."He'd be fuckin' stupid if he isn't!" exclaimed Keith. "She's the hottest MILF around!"Mitch had heard enough. He wasn't angry with the boy's. 8:35pm! How can that be! I didn't get to Jess's until 9:00! She sat up and turned on the night table lamp. She surveyed the room. Her clothes were on the chair and there was a fluffy oversized robe at the foot of the bed. Slowly she stood, expecting wobbly legs and vertigo. She experienced neither. She put on the robe and walked out of the bedroom. Her body felt surprising strong, with very few aches, considering the new asanas she had done. She found Jess in the living room reading, Drala. "Your figures are way too high. You have been giving me income from the store's profit for a year and that was generated by the money for increased inventory. That is profitable just as a stand-alone loan. You pay me twenty percent above what I bought the half ownership for and I'll be more than happy." There was a big argument, but I prevailed.If I hadn't owned a portion of the Plaza, and derived so much from that, would I have settled for this amount. I would like to think I would have. Yes. Monitoring the real-time take from each of these aircraft were the FDCs, or fire direction centers, for the MPG 5th Heavy Artillery Battalion. There were twenty of the 250-millimeter guns divided into five batteries of four guns apiece. Thus, each FDC was responsible for directing the rounds for four of the guns. All five of the FDC teams were located in the same building, deep within the Eden MPG base. The actual FDC officers were captains — all of them long-time members of the MPG — overseen.