"Good morning, First Sergeant."He grinned as he handed me the coffee. "Sir, I broke a rule and I trust to your discretion—this is the first time in ...y military career I ever got a cup of coffee for a lieutenant."Feigning seriousness, I replied, "Trust me, Top. Your secret will never be forced from me."We talked a while and then he left. There was an initial meeting of the ten intelligence officers over from Ft. Meade along with the Division's intelligence section to decide how they would attack. She wanted to check them first. The artificial gravity was still working, so they didn’t have to worry about floating away.“Why didn’t we go to the bridge, first?” Lisa wanted to know.“Because,” her mother replied, stopping at a darkened door and directing her light sphere toward it.The light sphere was another mental marvel that Tabatha and Lisa had dreamed up. It was, of course, another teleportation device, or rather, phenomenon; a wormhole that teleported light from one place to another –. With her eyes closed, her other senses came into focus, and as her mind searched for comfort on this long ride she relaxed into the rhythm of the buses movements. The constant, unrelenting hum of the engine which seemed to permeate throughout the bus was no longer the noise it was when she was more awake. As her daydream became stronger, with her eyes closed, the bus slowly faded a little more into the background. She became more and more aware of the warmth growing between her legs. She. ”“Tell you what, let me help you finish off, then we can get ready and go to watch a movie.” Picking up the tray, I started cleaning up the mess I made.“If that’s ok with you Jennifer?” I shouted across the cafe to my sister, who was collecting the money from the cash register.“Knock yourselves out. Once I sought out today’s takings, I am out of here.” She replied as she started making her way to her office.Lillian was usually finished by seven, but we ended up staying until ten in the evening..