If you want, I can take control; it’s the least I can do for my baby boy.” “You can try,” I smile wryly, “and we can see what happens.” �...Oh?” Mom smirks, running her hand down my chest, “Is that a challenge? I’ve been at this a lot longer than you have.” “You’re out of practice,” I chuckle, “and old.” “I should slap you!” Mom giggles, and then her playful demeanor changes rapidly, “Let’s see what you got, Pumpkin.” Mom’s motions become more impassioned. She keeps my shoulders pinned, and grinds. “Its time to up the anti.” I tell myself and pull you to your feet. I remove my tie and wrap it around your eyes. A smile runs over your face and you grab onto my hips. I hold your hand as I bend down and gather my things. Your arm moves as I pull you along and the excitement of not knowing where you are courses through your veins. The sand becomes hard to walk in as we have move up the dunes. We are standing in silence and again you’re pushed to your knees. I raise your arms and pull your. Rico made his presence known to them; one of the guards was fully visible as she rested her shapely hips against the wall, she gave him a contemptuous look as he announced himself, and the other, who relaxed in a recess in the wall, popped her head round and gave him a similar gesture. One other trustee pet was within the darkness of the furnace room when he entered; he said nothing to Rico, who watched with interest as he left. On leaving, the slave made his exit known and the guard simply. Amaranti and Renmark, and I do want to know how it dodged its alleged bullet, are the only planets with navies to speak of left but they can only defend their own systems...This planet's balance of power, and probably the galaxy's, is permanently altered. The return of the Armada puts this planet at the mercy of the Chencons...That Armada doesn't return for some reason and we are freer agents for a while until their building programme starts delivering and as will probably be the case, our.