“I shall rededicate myself. I give you my mind, my body, and my spirit in the quest. We are family and beyond family.“My sword is your sword. Your...battle is mine. Our joys and our sorrows are as one.” I didn’t know how Lois could know the words of Honor Harrington, but I could do worse than to proceed with Honor.I took her hands, and we stood kissing softly. One by one, Terry, Paul, Arlene, Vivian, Greta. and Shelley came forward and knelt, looking eager. We repeated the ritual. “For now, you. And Mrs. Fenwick were very cordial, though they were clearly assessing this young man whom their daughter was apparently taken with. I fielded the usual questions about my family and future plans, and inquired in return about their work. It turns out that they were both naval officers. Mrs. (or rather, Commander) Fenwick was the XO of a commodore at Norfolk, while Mr. (or Captain) Fenwick headed a liaison group between the Navy and the NSA."You're not part of Naval Intelligence, then?" I asked.. " Fine, we won't talk about it. I'll just tell my boss that you've got a psychological problem you don't want to discuss," Scott replied calmly. "Personally, Elisabeth, I think you're that kind of nice girl who gets hot and bothered every time a bunch of bikers ride past. I think you have a real desire to be made to perform group sex and I also think that's something that could really turn you on to working for a terrorist cell. Being gangbanged in a back room by a bunch of unshaven tough guys. We chased each other, had a brief snowball fight, and spent a long while making snow angels. For a minute, we laid on our backs and stared up at the crystal sky, trying to ignore the light pollution and pretend we could see the universe.When the oven timer sounded, we trampled back inside to check our creations. They were perfect and smelled like happy memories, but they needed to cool. Shelly shaped up the second batch of cookies while I rolled another joint. Once they were in the oven, we.