"And who would this Rupert be sir?" He didn't seem angry David was relieved to notice, just weighing up the situation."Well God bless you with tits an... stockings Sergeant! You have cut right to the nub of the mission! This here," he said, grandly gesturing towards David, "is non of your fucking business! Call him Agent bloody X OK?" Josh was enjoying himself, and the squad — or stick, as David learned later, enjoyed the banter between their officers.The sergeant scowled and not in the least put. I’d gently suggest you’re in the grips of some kind of Oedipal thing, except your mother is passed on...” I had no idea at the time what on earth she was talking about, but once again, just hearing the sound of her smooth beautiful voice in my ear was enough. She could have been reciting the alphabet for all I cared. That something of hers was actually entering my body ... that alone was titillating.“But don’t feel bad!” she continued. “Everybody is a little messed up. I mean ... look at me .... I do remember that I had kissed him but not a lot more. I was little more intoxicated than I thought if I did more.She grinned, “Beth was just about in hysterics. Poor daddy, he just about came in his pants when you felt him up. You even changed to female and rubbed your udders on him, do you remember doing that?”My eyebrows shot up, and I shook my head, “No, I do remember that he was a good kisser. I think it may have even made me think of you, Greta,” I said just to stir her in turn.“That. No shocks there. That’s easily a good half or close to it of the state’s territory right there. Hopi, Navajo, all forms of Apache, Pima, Gila River, Fort McDowell, etc. They rule themselves. I can’t say that I blame them for that. Every white man’s government that they’ve dealt with has screwed them over in the past centuries. Why would they trust a single offer made by white authorities? Why wouldn’t they want independence?” Marcy answered with obvious and understandable empathy for the many.