When the meeting broke for lunch, Greg was one of the people who again took Julie and Tony out to eat. His presence at the restaurant wasn’t as dist...acting as it would have been in the meeting. Still, Julie found herself daydreaming about him naked while they ate. True to form, Greg didn’t talk shop at lunch and everyone in his group seemed to be of a like mind. But the conversations seemed to revolve around sports and politics for the most part. Being the only woman in the bunch, Julie felt. She begins to feel much more comfortable in her situation. “Thank you, Sensei,” she says, “you are very kind to say that to me.”“Now I want you to slowly turn around,” instructs Roger, “so I can see everything that I have to work with.”Jeannie, in very small steps, begins to turn. Her soft shoulder blades merge to show a gentle slope down to the small of her back. At the base of her spine is a very firm pear shaped ass that would drive any sane man crazy. Her toned leg muscles flowing in. I left the USAF's Intelligence division to deal with the security of the child and the mother. I dumped it on the USAF because the surrogate mother was a USAF junior officer. It was easier to keep it all "in house", I decided."You should speak to the major-general involved. That intelligence agency was made over into the 25th Air Force some years back, but the personnel remained the same. My staff can give you the number to call. You may find their general uncooperative, so tell him that I. He thrusts his sketch pad at me. His line of multi-coloured trees have been joined by a twisting yellow path and a purple park bench.I don't know what to say? Should I tell him about the wrong colours?He seems to sense that I see something wrong. He presses me and I tell him he's used the wrong colours. Once again he hisses with annoyance. He turns to a fresh page in his sketch pad and hands me a box of pencils.At his urging I select a red-brown pencil for the path and hand it to him, then I.