“Well gentlemen, it’s happened.” Ian Coulter walked into the small room and looked around at the four other men present. “Good evening gentlem...n. Thank you for coming, and my apologies for the urgency and lateness of the meeting. I’ve just got the official confirmation. The Swarm have arrived in-system. The rumours we’ve been hearing for the last twenty four hours or so are, as we all suspected, true. It seems a large ship arrived, along with some smaller escorts. The information I have is that. I will need to pop out and get it but it won’t take long. I already have a decent bottle of Malbec, I’m confident you will approve.” I replied.“That would work actually because if I am going to be staying here regularly then I should leave some work stuff. I brought some pretty risqué and slutty underwear but I should also leave some regular stuff?”I walked around the table, hugged and kissed her.“I would really like it if you were to spend more time with me,” I said encouragingly.“The feeling. Mozart was nearing seventy now, three years after Eva had first met him, but he looked the same to her eyes. She sometimes thought he'd always been exactly so; never young, but born old and endless as if he were a constant part of the world. Mozart frightened her that way and she forced herself to smile.She was dressed as she'd been for dinner, wearing a simple white blouse with a black skirt and unbuttoned blazer. She wore black stockings and panties, but no bra. A pair of leather heels that. She was getting plenty of approving glances, the men surreptitiously ogling all the boob flesh on display, hoping their wives/girlfriends wouldn't notice. She was obviously very pleased with the impression she was making. We found somewhere to sit, and I went up to the bar to order the breakfasts, plus a coffee for me and a pint of lager for mum.Mum had finished the lager by the time the breakfasts had arrived, so I went and bought her another one. We were sitting in quite a prominent.