" you say trying not to make eye contact. You stare at her large breast and see a small hint of nipple.You say "What can I do for you Alison?" So many...things Tom." says Alison."Like what?" Well, we can start with a nice lunch today." She says.You can't refuse to have lunch with Alison, she's very powerful, she's a vice president and you're only an analyst. You agree to have lunch. Alison is very happy and says she knows a great place to eat. A bit later you're in a high class restaurant sitting. "What the fuck?" Beth gulped. Sally looked at her Science Officer and Bethany just stood there with her bare nipples hardening. Beth punched up the codec for the transmission format hoping to identify the source of the data-stream but the images seemed to be a real-time feed from SAL's sub-cognitive image-processors. She tracked the source of the signal back to the sequestered-drives of her own hibernaculum's psy-wave interpreters and suddenly realized that SAL had been eavesdropping on her. ”“Don’t be so sensitive David, I was just teasing.”“I think we should take a walk,” I said. “I’ve only seen my room and the cafeteria so far and I need to stretch my legs.”With that I removed her arms, got up and started to stroll down the path that surrounded the grounds. “Are you upset about something?” Mary asked.“I’m not upset Mary. I just want to familiarize myself with my new surroundings.”We walked in silence while we made our way through the grounds. Everything was very well. Pants are good enough for now. As soon as I get rid of him, I'm going to have some more of that pussy. What the fuck is so important this time of night, anyway?Art, his arm around Hope as she stood holding her sketch, rapped twice on the outer door of the General's suite. A split second later, Whitworth, dressed only in fatigue pants, jerked the door open, not expecting anyone but Art. His hairy chest matted with sweat, smelling of sex, the big man stood frozen for a second.Diana had told Hope.