The bra tightens as he tries to do underneath the straps. He stops.It tightens again, there is a fumbling. And suddenly the tension disappearsaltogeth...r. He has undone it. He pushes the straps off her back and shoulders,towards the front. She takes a long, slow breath. Helena, who by now is on her knees,scrubbing above Jo's belly button, sees it. 'Ah yes,' she murmurs, 'Much better.' She gently eases the bra away. Jokeeps her eyes shut. She feels Helena's cloth work its way back up. They go to Civil Service, unless you will them to another sponsor. Confederacy law is clear about that. Now, I strongly advise you to write your wills, especially if you have male concubines or are in the heavy combat branches of the CDF. If you have any doubts as to why, I might arrange for you to witness the recycling process. It's not pretty. For the females, it's less final most of the time, but being a CS concubine is tantamount to being a hooker instead of a plural wife or pampered slave. Jones voice was cold as ice when he said those condemning words. William was shocked and Cynthia whirled toward their teacher."What?" both asked at the same time, total disbelief in their voices."Oh, I saw him. He wrote for at least another ten seconds after I declared the exam to be over. He needn't bother to turn it in."William stood there, his mouth open and his so methodically filled papers shaking in his hand. This was the last day of the semester, and he needed this grade badly!Cynthia. Chandler.“Are you kidding me? I don’t know how many times she’s put her hands on her hips and told me, ‘You know Mrs. Chandler, someday I’m going to marry that man!’ If ever it was destiny for two people to fall in love and get married, it’s you two,” she forecasted.“In that case, let’s set destiny’s wheels into motion. Have you got the video camera ready?” He asked.“I already started recording when I saw you and Abby come in the doorway,” she smiled.“Abby is going to freak out!” He.