"He smiled, "and you think you are qualified to be in special operations?"I stood and turned to the door as the ensign opened it, "I believe I have th... skills you need."The next six months were intense, most days lasted twenty hours or more. The class started with almost a thousand men, all from fleet or the marines. One a hundred were left after the first month and ten after three and finally only three of us. The other two were from the marines, one had been a sergeant and the other a. ‘I could be convinced to keep quiet, if you’re so sure Sam will never find out.’ She knew from the look on his face what it was that he wanted, and he could see her struggle with it. In the end, he knew he would win. She was too wealthy from her ventures with Sam and, even if she stayed clear of jail, she couldn’t lose this business and maintain her standard of living. ‘What do you want?,’ she finally moaned, through increased tears. But, she already knew. His heart was pounding its way out of. Stephan moved quickly down the hallway, his swinging cock growing with each step.Today would be the day.Stephan loved watching women smoke. He’d developed a strong fetish for it. It was so fucking naughty. These women were playing with, and controlling fire and smoke. In his youth, he tried to play but was denied. He thought about the time his mother caught him melting crayons in the basement. She spanked him and made him cry, but that incident only helped to seal the friskiness and sexual. "Damned thing is more trouble than it's worth, and I still doubt it was the one that killed Jesus, just some higher power whim," Morgana said quietly."Antonelli said it was enhanced by Michael," I returned."Might have known," Morgana sighed. "Bloody self-righteous blowhard." So Antonelli hinted at," I chuckled.Things returned to what passed for normal in the office with our investigations into corruption and misuse of power within it. It went slowly; the Interrogation Office in particular.