"I felt the nipple rising in my hand and I teased it gently between my fingers."He fucked you mum, he never made love to you, do you think I didn't he...r you crying? He used you like he'd use his fucking hand when you weren't there, well I'm not him mum, I'm me, Tommy and I love you, and I'm pissed now and tired and it's my turn to feel silly." Tommy, no-one, but no-one has ever said anything like that to me before, no-one has ever spoken like that to me before, but I'm pissed too and tired as. "Hi" I said. The first one said "hi" in a soft, light pitched voice. The other one said, "hey what’s up?" in a much more dominate voice. I asked "what are your names?" in a cooling tone the light pitched one replied with a smile "Matthew." the other one "Tommy." Matthew had an angelic face, slender body, not too tall, not too big, but had a wonderful smile. Tommy was a tad bit more chubbier, but by no means was fat, he is taller then Matthew, and his ‘body language” is a really dominant. Though Masters McClain was waiting for her in his office at seven o'clock, he only saw her briefly. He instructed her to report to Mr. Cubbings immediately for a briefing on the performance."By the way, Miss Morgan," the dwarfish technology magnate snapped as she was about to leave his office, "I hope you brought your toothbrush." Toothbrush?" Yes," he grinned wickedly over his pencil-thin cigar, "you see, the performance will begin tonight at eleven o'clock, precisely. We'll make some. But they took advantage of the chaos to enrich themselves and remove political rivals and criticisers from amongst the ranks of the administrators. Grigo is mostly pushing for it as he values honesty along with competence. Too many of the Viziers were barely competent, having been placed there by the various factions fighting to be the Emir and who had no interest in actually running the planets efficiently, simply using them as cash cows to finance the factions.”“And now he needs an heir?”.