That is where Felicia Ann Morgan came in. The short red head had bright red hair and milky white skin. Her body was lithe with a flat chest, but with ... cute round ass. She was the leading critic in Professor Jermone Fayette's African Genetics class. His controversial theories were sweeping the nation by storm as they praised the superiority of black genes over all others. Something about the older black male's deep voice and intelligence was winning her over. Slowly, her objections dissipated. Tim hugged her close for a few moments, whispering soft, sweet nothings to calm her mind.The nanites made themselves known and, across his vision the closed captioning, asked:” Shall we let loose a small amount of pheromones – just enough to get her over her sudden bout of fear?” Tim pressed her head a little harder into his chest and nodded yes. “Acknowledged.” A moment later, “End of message.”After a minute, the crying subsided, and he looked down into her blue eyes. With his thumb, he. They wanted me to emphasize the Air Force's role in current war-fighting which I don't find relevant to Memorial Day. I don't think their speech adequately expressed how I feel about this holiday. When I talked to Mr. Cheatley I asked him what he'd like me to speak about he offered a few suggestions which I think I can better work with than informal PA stuff.So who am I? Like you I am a warrior fighting for peace. I'm Puff and I work as an electronic warfare officer (EWO) on the B-52. Why don't you try to catch him byusing your brains?"Billy spun and stared at the woman whose face had a big grinthat made her white teeth almost sparkle in the dim sunsetgray darkness. Staring at her, he held back his anger as hetossed her a challenge."Oh yeah. Well, I've tried everything for the last twenty minutesexcept to shoot the damn thing. Suppose you show me howyou would do it."Accepting his challenge, she made a movement as if she waspulling something out of a pocket within her robe..