Fortunately, the microphone in front of him amplified his voice enough for the others to hear, despite his mumbling. "Current head of SETI. That stand... for, uh 'Search... '" '... for Extraterrestrial Intelligence, yes, I know Doctor." The President finished for him. "I've always hoped you guys would come up with something exciting for us one day, but I never imagined it being quite like this. What have you got?" Well, nothing, sir." The scientist scratched nervously at his bald spot. "We've. ," she left the sentence unfinished; however with the thought of her dressed out as described, I imagined several satisfactory endings that continued to tease the sensitive nerves in my loins."Do you have a Western saddle?" Shall I be roping some steers today, Doctor?" she joked, making reference to the horn on the front of such a saddle."Perhaps," I replied enigmatically, although I had different plans for the Western roping horn on this occasion. "Can you saddle up your horse now, please. He wanted another one, but didn't dare swallow it because he might get too smashed to go upstairs. And Lorena hadn't been putting him on when she said she'd never screw him again, if he didn't help her with the plan.He couldn't hack that, couldn't go back to jacking off, after he'd fucked his sister and her friend a couple of times each. And the blow job that Lorena had given him last night--that had almost melted his backbone. It was everything he had ever dreamed of, and now he was anxious to. But it seems that he ran afoul Brianna first, where he claimed that he managed to trip and fall a few dozen times, all on his own mind you, onto the ground.And that all the various witnesses who turned up later telling a different story were all wrong, and that Brianna was only trying to help him get back up since he fell. And those repeated falls somehow caused two black eyes, a busted lip, a broken nose, and a dislocated shoulder.At least that's the story he's sticking with.It was apparent.