” Frank wanted control of the discussion.“May I take my leave, Sir?” Lucy knew she had completed her mission. She smiled.“Yes, Lieutenant.”�...�Thank you, Sir,” Lucy stood up, saluted, turned, and headed for the exit.Zeke focused on his breakfast.“Zeke, do you have any sisters or brothers?”“One each Sir. Brother is nine and sister is six.” Zeke had a pained expression, “Sister has Down Syndrome.”“How has that changed your life?” Zeke asked.“A lot,” Zeke said.“Like losing one’s parents,” Frank. Every effort has been made to verify the authenticity of alleged contemporary accounts. While the authenticity of the document itself presented here is not in doubt, i.e., that it was written at or around the date of the activities it describes, the events chronicled therein are at significant variance from other sources and contemporary accounts. Accordingly, the document’s very explicit, even lurid, descriptions of the activities accompanying the sacrifice must be regarded, pending further. I slowly jacked my hand over his cock, cupping his balls with the other hand, as he grew harder, and I could hear his heavy breathing. “Yeah,” he almost whispered, “suck it. You need it too, don’t you?!” How could I argue with his logic? I leaned down and put his cockhead to my lips. I kissed the head, licking all around it, then licked down the shaft to his balls. I loved the smell between his legs, funky, manly, sweaty. Very sexy. I loved the taste there too. His cock was now fully hard, and. If they only have the shuttle crafts to travel, then they couldn’t get far or communicate long distance. If they are going through cyclical jumps at various points in time and space this could be the message.”“Or it could be an old rock with words badly written on it” Any ship’s office can say thisCaptain: It’s not our place to judge the merits of this mission, just to get them there. We’ll find out whether it’s there or not in a couple of days. “If your theory IS write. And the ship IS.