" Here," Mother Regina knelt because of our differences in height. She guided my mouth to one of her nipples, sighed when I sucked. I liked it too. Al... too soon Mother Regina pushed me away, her eyes half-lidded. "It's time, son."I was exhibiting most of the symptoms of an 'unstable personality.' I heard voices in my head—Council and others, via implants, but still, I heard voices in my head. I believed that I was under constant surveillance. Never mind that I was under constant surveillance!. We arrived, and he sent her a text, I was sitting in the back, when the door opened and in climbed a very pretty blonde, about 5ft 4′, slim and cute. Her eyes met mine and I just pounced on her, sticking my tongue down her throat, and pressing my knee in between her legs as the guy drove us to a secluded patch in the woods nearby. We all got out the car, he put down a blanket, it was very cold and pretty uncomfortable. I remember it being a bit awkward at first as they were talking for a bit. But I think that now America deserves to hear the true story from someone that was there at the time.It was plain and simple. When the Iranians took the Americans hostage, there was no ready made plan for such a contingency. Virtually all our planning revolved around how to win a war with the former Soviet Union.I can even recall the CNO coming aboard my US Navy ship back in the 70's and stating that it would take about 28 minutes to destroy the entire Soviet Navy if war were to occur.Knowing. But I knew that it wouldn't. Dave has a fabulous job with a consulting firm and brings in big..BIG money. With the economy the way it is and all, I knew that we would have a hard time finding a job that came close to paying as well. I know I shouldn't be thinking about money, but I am used to this lifestyle now. I don't want to give it up. And I figured that if fucking this little asshole boss would keep that, then I could do my part. After all, Dave works hard for me...why shouldn't I work.