At least the TV had been muted.“How are you feeling?” Jay asked. “Pa reckons that cut on your forehead ought to be stitched. He’ll run you to ...ospital in his truck if you want.”I reached up and tentatively touched the thing on my forehead with my fingers. It was a huge plaster.“Ma cleaned the cut and put some antiseptic and a plaster on it,” Jay added. “You really scared me when you fell like that. I thought you were dead.”I was surprised by the change in Jay’s attitude. He was no longer. As he drew up at the front door it opened and she emerged.Now Ged had often emailed Catherine, and they had spoken on the phone. He had seen photos of her in concert, but nothing prepared him for the dark haired beauty standing on the steps awaiting him.She was slim with fairly small breasts the outline of her nipples standing clear through the plain tee shirt. Her short skirt revealed calves and thighs in perfect proportion. Her face was pretty and everything about it was in ideal. " "Susan can you give the General the bag you brought with you?" Susan handed over a bag, "General can you go into your private bathroom with Susan and she will tell you what to do?" They both headed off to the bathroom, leaving me alone with Colonel Davies. "OK Peter I want you to strip off your clothes and sit down for me." He complied with no problems. The bathroom door opened and out came Susan and the General, both dressed in identical, black seamed stockings, black suspender belts and 5". ”“I want the extra guard from the Rainier up here yesterday,” he says to his XO.“Sir, the President is on the line.”Pellington steps over to the communications desk and grabs the phone from the officer. “Pellington.”“I understand you have a situation,” the president informs the admiral.“That’s correct. We can win this conflict as long as we keep the upper hand sir.”“I know you didn’t contact me to let me know we won’t have to follow with the strike. So what is it I can do to help you pack this.