So I made out a story. I told my wife that the friend had come to consult her with some problem he had she could help him out, using her knowledge of ...strology. My immediately understood and advised my friend to accompany her to our bedroom. I started chatting with my friend’s son – general tack, nothing specific. After about 15 minutes, the boy told that both are taking too long. The idea struck me there and then. I asked him to go to our bedroom and tell them to come back to the drawing. "I think we can modify these for use as our photon torpedo. This presumes an ability to build a fuel cell and G2 drive unit that will fit inside a ten inch tube and still leave room for a payload." A fuel cell that size won't power a G2 drive for very long." Rob said."We shouldn't need it to, under most circumstances." Ted answered. "We won't need inertial dampers or safety protocols on these, and at G2 speeds, even 30 seconds at .5 lights still puts the missile on a target a long ways away.". I sly grin slowly creeped onto her face. She went out into the kitchen and took out a piece of scratch paper and a pen. “ Dear family, I am not feeling well today so I laid back down. Please do not wake me. I hope you all have a great day at school and work, Love Maddy’ With a smile on her face, she placed the note on the stove and returned to bed and curled under her blankets. One-by-one, the rest of Maddy’s family rose from their slumber and went about their morning routines. Maddy’s brother. Then I recognised the face of the cafe's owner as she was suddenly turned over and that same hand grabbed her uncovered boob, pinching on its tip. The expression on her face was euphoric and painful in a happy sort of way. I watched shamelessly this mesmerising spectacle; not only did they fuck so passionately, but also any casual pedestrian could witness it. Or maybe passion and voyeurism were connected, if being seen was their kink. Assuming that, I felt no need to stop watching them. I was.