This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...By the time Arlene and Ann arrived, both young women beautifully coiffured with ponytails that arched sexily high off the back of their heads, their makeup perfect, and wearing loose, soft-appearing blouses that tended to drape over their breasts, with pants that hugged their tight little butts suggestively, and wearing low heels, the ashtray and dessert dishes were gone. The General, startling both, came to his feet.
"Ah, the ladies of the hour," he said, which caused a slight frown to knit the teenagers' brows.
With a quick glance at their husband, who shrugged almost imperceptibly, the two beautiful young women sat as the General assisted with their chairs. Arlene glanced at Ann, then, with a grin, spoke to the General. "No," she said with emphasis.
Jeff, who had started to sip his coffee, hesitated, then grinned himself before taking the sip. General, you keep forgetting how sharp they are, he thought.
"I haven't even asked yet," Whitworth grumped. "I just need your input - both of you, well, among a few other minor things."
The two must have mentally ordered coffee because it appeared in front of them.
"Thanks," they told Ship in unison.
The General didn't say anything; Jeff didn't say anything.
Arlene finally puffed out a sigh. "Okay, I know we're being set up, so let's get it over with. What do we have to do?"
"We need," the General began, but hesitated, "well, Earth needs a victory parade."...
Have a goodun;
Roust