To both our children, but Hotene in particular, Mother had become an almost mythical figure, a woman who wielded power across the ship like a colossus...“I will, child. At least until Kirra weans.”So, for a time, things were as much as they had been when we were children. Mother’s figure quickly regained tone and strength as she walked with us, carrying Kirra nestled against her breast; Ananya and Hotene experienced growing up with an infant, learning how it was fed and cared for.Which is not to. Indeed, from where I was sitting, I was certain I could see a large area of pink panty clearly on display as Carol leaned toward Al whispering something in his ear, something which caused him to call the Barman over, for a drinks order ... And drink had always been Carol’s downfall.Ali was clever, very clever, waiting for Carol, rather than himself, to, ask for another drink, before he added the first drop of rohyponol to Carol’s half finished bottle of tonic mixer. Very soon Carol’s mind began. But I'm not about to rock the boat by making wild unprovable claims. The military command wouldn't be impressed, and they'd yank me if I provoked any controversy." Well, the ultimate aim is to establish how it impacts people. They want to know why non-Watchers/Seers are attracted to him, and why many men get so angry at him. They figure if they have a method of measuring someone's reactions, then they can quantify how much BCM it takes to provoke a response, then measure the people's other. “Fuck Ron, what do you think?”, Jackie answered.The three of them laughed, then Mary said, “We share, right?” ***END PART TWOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX========Newsgroups: alt.sex.storiesSubject: REPOST: SISTERS Part 3 &4 (ff,ffm,fffm,inc)From: [email protected] (R Landolf)Date: 16 Aug 1995 15:08:49 GMTWARNING: This story may not be for you. It contains graphic adultlanguage and explicit descriptions of various sex.