”“But it doesn’t make it right though does it,” Angie came back, “I was once a respectable married woman now I’m a slut.”“And who know... you’re a slut. You’ve not lost any friends over it have you. Your colleagues at work don’t know and probably never will. I say again, what goes on behind closed doors stays there. Yes, you are a slut but you’re my slut and love you just the same.”“Do you. It’s not that John, it’s me, it has affected me and I don’t know what or how to accept it. I will never do. How did you... ?”“The Matter Elevator, Captain. We don’t need casings anymore, besides the one-way thing is old news. I think we can do it both ways.”“You mean you can send bombs inside my ship?”“Technically yes, but I mean with this modified mobile TL we can translocate back, as long as we have the coordinates and SHIP keeps the TransDim shields down.”Things got even more confusing as Two-Three said.“There is a Human Terran inside that mobile AI ego center. He is unconscious, without my suit,. Nope.It was as if she had neon lights above her saying “sucker,” “gullible,” and “easy.” The first two were dead on, the last - not really. It didn’t help that she had deep auburn hair over a round freckled face mounted on a killer body. As is often the case, the less brash boys - then men - felt they had no chance, and the jerks circled like buzzards around road kill.As soon as her breasts began to swell and her menses started, so did the horniness. Throughout high school and then college, it. If ever the white men knew how much white pussy we gettin', he'd start to killin' us again, so we got a system. When we smell a wet white pussy, we don't just say, 'Get over here, bitch, and lemme fuck you!' We use a code. We say shit like, 'Ma'am, do you need help?' or "Can I give you a hand?', or "Whatcha need?" "When you hear the code, you let him know you want to fuck him, and you ask him how and where. If he don't like your answer, he might say some shit like, 'What the fuck you talkin'.