” Dex took a sip of his drink, continuing, “So, what is up with the clones? They’ve all turned military police on us, branded the Jedi as trai...ors. You appear to be the only one who hasn’t. What gives?”“Order 66.”“Order 66… Jax mentioned that once or twice, but I dunno what it means.”“It’s a secret protocol implanted within every single clone trooper, ordering them to turn against the Jedi. Each clone is implanted with a computer chip at birth to ensure they will not hesitate to obey this. " Confirm. Guard WA–01, Main, direct. Captain, I request status blackout at Wenatchee. Please say nothing of our status, or redirect. It is critical, sir." Very well, Helo 757. Your situation is secure, my ears only. Have a good flight over the mountains. And Tib? You'll owe me a month of cold ones for this!"They flew seventy miles to the Cascade Range. They intercepted U.S. Highway 2, flew through the Stevens Pass notch, then turned and flew eighty miles southwest. They went direct to Camp. She used to wear formal shirts and pant like a pro, covered in a white coat. But nobody had the guts to ogle at her. She is a child specialist and I had to follow her orders. So we used to go for rounds of the wards together. I always come early for work fearing her scoldings and maintained my punctuality.Once as usual while going for rounds everything was perfect. But all of a sudden she started shouting at me, “Why did you change my orders?” I said I didn’t change anything it was she who. She pushed her hips out, found what she was looking for, and rubbed my dick by moving side to side.I couldn't take it anymore! Pulling away, I let go of her. Tamara's hands rested on top of my wrists when I grabbed her belt. She didn't try to stop me; she seemed to want to stay in contact with my bare skin. Her belt, pants button, and zipper were little barrier to my desire. I grabbed the waist of her jeans and panties to push them down. She wriggled her legs to help their journey off her body..