The only time Cynthia spoke was when absolutely necessary. Roger felt his anger build until he could barely hold it inside. He was ready to admit this...was a very bad idea and that his marriage might be in danger of never occurring. He decided if she didn’t improve her attitude in the next couple of days he would ask for his ring back and end it. He absolutely refused to put up with crap like Cynthia was dishing out. When they arrived at their resort and got settled in Roger suggested they go. Moving back into the comfort of his body, bringing her glossed lips to his ear. Whispering seductively she uttered to him “Unhook my bra”. As his hands snaked up the small of your back, she rocked her pelvis agonisingly slowly. His hands made contact with the leatherette material as he manoeuvred to unclasp the bra. Gently flicking her extended tongue across his aroused lobe, she whispers to tell him. “I can feel the heat of your cock”. Knowing full well the arousal she had stirred, within. The next bit of intelligence they need to gather is how to keep satellites up. That's 'cause you need the info they'll give you on where the Sa'arm are, especially since on your world they seem to be confined to the surface. I'd guess that if they cannot burrow or dig their normal warrens they are about desperate now. I'm wondering how well they do under a high intensity bombardment? Not that you probably know the answer to that...So far the babies, Willow (yeah the ladies decided that she does. More than one, actually.”“I ... would not stab her, per se, but knock her unconscious? Sure. Look, I’ve no idea what to expect. But I’m not volunteering to liberate Raqqa from the Islamic State, am I? I’ll mostly be serving tea and ironing shirts.”Caroline had an answer to that, as you may have guessed.“No, you won’t. Tea, perhaps. But there will be housekeeping staff around. You won’t be required to do any actual housework, I’m sure of it.”“Then why does that prince want him there?” asked.