"Well, Monty, what do you think?" Health-wise, we've got our work cut out, sir. But I think we can motivate her now." Good. Need relief?" No thanks, s...r. I'm good." Pity. I don't think Pete or I want the job, either," the Major said, glancing back at Jesmina. "Still, I expect we can get it up soon enough." He looked at the other women, then at his watch. "Pete ... let's give Zero One a turn in the kitchen this week, what do you think?"The sergeant shrugged. "I don't know if it matters, sir. I. "Yes. I see you agree with me. Well, we'll just have to tear it up."What he actually did though was to let the paper float, slowly, down into the waste paper basket by his desk. My eyes followed its slow fall all the way, his eyes boring into mine, waiting for any response or complaint I might make."You, Lootenant, are to report to Lieutenant-Colonel Steven Harper, on Mars, in five days time," he told me once my eyes had returned to his."Er, yes sir." Good. Dismissed."Once in the corridor I. Suddenly it shot forward and bounced off one man's head. He fell and lay still on the sidewalk. In a split second it twice more struck two other agents on their heads. Two more agents were knocked to the sidewalk.When the remaining three pulled their guns Captain Anderson told them, "You better put those things away. You might regret it if you make those people mad."As the platform fell to the sidewalk two small bits of purple separated from, became thin tendrils of rope and went around two of. "You can bite it off if you want, I don't care!" he breathed.He carried on thrusting, and I realised that he was past the point of stopping. Fears of slight injuries were not a problem, as long as he got to come. I concentrated even harder on keeping my jaws wide and using my tongue as a pressing force to close into tightness on him.As he began to thrust harder, and grabbed hold of the headboard, I began to wriggle the tip of my tongue again against that lovely little bowstring of his. He began.