You can go back to whatever it was you were doing, okay?” The ensign nodded spastically and disappeared through the doorway like a puff of smoke.“...’d say she was cute, if she weren’t an officer, and if your august presence hadn’t scared the wits from her,” Kayla observed dryly. “You...” she broke off as the briefing room door opened again.“Good evening, Admiral,” Captain Armala Whitney said as she strode into the room. She was small, dark, wiry, and exuded enough energy to move her vessel. “But anyway,” Bill continued, “what school did Susan attend? She certainly seemed to like it.”“The Clifford & Jamison School,” Kris replied calmly, “and although she’s only been there for one day, Kris Clifford and Bobbie Johnson are already her best friends. You should see those three together. They are so damned cute!”“But how could you?” he exclaimed. “It’s utterly impossible. You have to work there, and you certainly don’t!”“It’s not very hard,” Kris replied. “Bobbie Conroy, who runs the. But you are late ya know and Donna is, let’s say, is paying a price for your tardiness.? He leans off of her to look her over, admiring her shape. He takes a clip from his pocket and grabs the chain from her ankle cuffs, pulling her feet upwards and connects them to her wrist cuffs. ?First hogtie my dear, and not your last you’ll be enduring.? ?Your sluty fingers need to be contained??, with that he grabs a rolls of electrical tape and folds her left hand into a fist. Wrapping her left hand. He flinched, hearing the sounds of people dying, bombs exploding, and bullets zinging past his head. The odor of burnt bodies, evacuated bowels, and gunpowder assaulted his nose. By light of day, the wreckage of broken bodies with intestines spilled across the pavement like mating snakes hammered into his eyes while at night the bright explosions against the dark threatened to blind him. The blistering heat from burning buildings dried his sinuses and the smoke left his throat parched. The.