<strong>Maj. Anne Laughton</strong><br/><br/>Anne giggled and adjusted the water to the temperature they both liked best, then began to soap her lover. "Niki, babe, we don't have time. Frannie is already on her way here with the hard copy. Uhhhnnn! Crap, will you not... OH FUUUCK! NIKI...! UH, UH, UH, AAAAAHHHHH!"<br/><br/>Anne leaned against the side of the shower, panting, and glared happily at Niki. "God dammit Stack, I'm giving you a direct order. Pack it in, there's work to do!"<br/><br/>She grinned and finished washing last night off herself.<br/><br/>She dried off quickly and was just pulling a pullover on when her implant announced that Francine was approaching the house.