He would spend the afternoon by himself and get thoroughly drunk, so damned drunk that the lashing, whip-like images in his mind would go away... A kn...ck on the open door of his office brought him upright. He saw a girl standing in the door way, the secretary to Larson, the personnel manager. He didn't know the girl's name, wasn't especially interested at that particularly moment, and said in a brusque manner, "Yes? What do you want?"Kim Copeland smiled tentatively. Demurely she clasped her. .. Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Tristan: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With everything else going to hell around us... Tristan:. We didn't talk about it, we just pretended it was a dream. The next night caught me by surprise. I would never ever saw this coming. I woke up in the middle of the night, noticed Tina was gone. I had to use the restroom, I had to pee. After using the bathroom, I heard Tina moaning, I thought she was back in her room. She wasn't there. I heard a bed squeaking and Tina moaning louder. I open her son, Tommy's door. There was Tommy on top of her mom, fucking. They were both naked, I watched. She nibbled his neck and ear, glanced at me and said "Let's go upstairs" then she addressed her lover, "Will you wait down here a few minutes while I get my husband ready".She asked me to pull the bed away from the wall then asked me to strip. She went to the dresser and rummaged in the larger of the two packages. She pulled out another pair of stiletto shoes and a couple of the same wrist bands she was wearing. I griped when she asked me to put the shoes on but she gave me a pleading look.