”Wintsun stepped behind him and handed him a PDD in clipboard mode. “Sir, here is the personal file on Cadet Olafson.”Becker took the device and...glanced over it. “It appears most of it is classified.”Wintsun responded by saying:”Commander Becker Sir, I know this man, I am sure he earned each of them.”Becker turned.”I have no reason to doubt the Assembly, the Speaker of the Assembly or any fellow officer who recommended these rewards for valor and excellence; I was merely surprised to see a. But maybe he is still working with Brian," Wilson suggested."He didn't show up on the clone phone log," I said."Brian could be using other phones. A land line or a second burner," Wilson suggested."That is true, so how do we find out?" I asked."We know that bugging the apartment and his land line isn't going to work," Wilson said. "Over half this criminal shit is being done by cell phone outside the apartments." Yeah and we cloned the phone he has," I said."We could clone it again," Wilson. " Well, I don't care for deer hunters myself," John said. "But, over the years, I've come to apprehend a bit of the logic of the situation. You see, when this area was logged over a hundred years before, it created a habitat that's ideal for deer, and continued logging on a sustained yield basis has kept it that way. At the same time, in our wisdom, we exterminated all the natural predators. The deer are going to die, whether they're shot, or they starve to death. If they're shot, it adds to. Yet he didn’t move his hips, just kept his cock in place available for me to take into my hungry vulva when I pleased. He started to bite at my back suckling at my skin, his fingers pinching and pulling at my nipple as I swayed my hips causing him to enter only a little and then slide out of me. The teasing caused both of us to erupt in longing moans and grunts, our heavy breathing in unison echoing in the bathroom. As the trembling of my legs was out of control and my tensed muscles were.