‘‘To the honorable President Jones.’’‘‘I know you are very busy so I will try to keep this as short as possible. My name is Chief Petty Of...icer Stanley Hastings. I serve on the USS Fordson. I know you have been highly distressed at all the problems getting my ship into service, as we all have been.’’‘‘At the last sea trial the engineers and technicians found the solutions to most of the problems and they have been repaired. We are waiting for new sea trials to confirm the repairs.’’‘‘The reason. ” Who are you? I don’t see you on the manifest.”“I am Eric Olafson.”“What are you doing up here? passengers are not allowed on the bridge. Are you hurt?”“No I am not hurt.”“Then get your ass of the bridge. I still like to know who you are. You are not mentioned in the manifest. Are you a stowaway?”“No he is my personal guest and he saved our lives.” Alex Enroe stood in the door. “I was looking for you, Eric. The Union captain and I just watched the bridge recordings and we must talk.”I saw he. But as a schoolboy and as am straight or not very open during my schooldays i got terrified and i wanted ti stop it. And i tried to move him away. But his hold over my dick was very strong and i dint want anyone else in the bus knowing that some stranger is holding my dick in his hands. So i just kept quiet…and then his fingers was moving over the middle of my dick which was straining to come out through my pants. He just ran his fingers over it caressed it and it was feeling so good. I have. "I am not Projecting tonight."The Presence remains still, as if intending not to budge in its convictions. The energy swirls with greater insistence within the pit, and she can almost discern the strange shapes which gather about the descending portal."NO," Cassie cries. "And if you force me, I will be no better than a slave."A pause, and then a sense of wonder."I'm not sure why you want me to keep Projecting." Cassie's voice is less anxious, the total lack of outright hostility or malevolence.