"Jim was the president's nephew. The slimy piece of shit thought the sun rose and set in his ass. He was married and had two kids. I felt sorry for hi... wife. She deserved a better man than that punk. I've often seen him flirt with numerous women in a way that humiliated her at previous parties. She has refused to come with him for the past couple of years. She was a real lady and good looking too. I couldn't imagine why she stayed with the pompous clown."He's just a big flirt. I can handle him.. Young women who were used to being the center of attention found very quickly that she had stolen the show. The normal reaction would have been to label her a slut, but there was nothing slutty about her appearance. She looked classy.The pamphlets that Sid had brought back with him from Crossroads were in a pile on the coffee table. He had put them there after reading each one several times. It was an interesting collection of material that included instructions on how to construct a portal.. ‘Thank you mistress’, he screamed. She let his pain subside a little before speaking- ‘good slave. Now tell me the lesson you have learned from this’. ‘I will never speak out of turn or doubt my mistress’ judgment’, he sobbed, ‘Please mistress, I love you’. She stepped closer to him and raised her hand to his face to caress his cheek- ‘I love you too my slave boy, don’t forget that’. ‘Yes mistress’, he cooed, rubbing his cheek against her palm. ‘Thank you, mistress’. ‘Now bend over again. "You're absolutely right, you hired me and I'm under your orders. Your granddaughter-in-law or whatever has been making that pretty clear right along, making me violate one regulation after the other. I've got two shuttles running at once, I've got an orbit a lot closer in than I like, and it goes on and on. But this time you're going to have to order the computer around, and I don't think your authority extends that far." What do you mean?" she asked."Look, Ms. Heisinger hasn't left me alone.