”I took her up in the pilot house and showed her the navigation gear. She was so cheerful and full of life that I said without thought, “I was abo...t to eat. If you give me a minute, I can make you lunch too.” She looked delighted and said, “That would be perfect!!”I parked her in the lounge while I went to take a shower. I had just finished washing the grime and sweat off, when the door to the head opened. That startled me. I yelled, “I’m in here!!!” When a giggling little apparition appeared. She stood and guided them to the two barstools that had been under the lip of the bar surface. As she returned to her place behind the bar, a slight shimmering in the air announced that a sound barrier had been established.Satisfied, Jocelyn returned her attention to the hostess."Last but not least is 'Escalate', our fine dining area," the hostess resumed. "We want to play with tensions, tensions between men and women, tensions between family and strangers, tensions between the morality you. .. Tristan: Morgana, please. First of all, you would have saved the girl too. Maybe you could have found a way to divert that hov-tractor after it got hacked, or whatever, but in the moment, you would have done the exact same thing... Morgana: (sigh) you’re right.Tristan: I wasn’t finished. The SECOND thing is that you know Lancelot’s feelings on the Donovan girl, and those four on that ship. They may be the best, hell, our ONLY shot at getting into that system and seeing what the hell is going. " It's ... Ah! ... feels like ... burning ... and tearing ... I can't even ... Ow!" And you still want me to keep going!?" Just go easy... 'kay?" I'm sorry, Sheila. I wanted this to be wonderful for you." The pain's just part of the experience, right?" I guess."I pulled out a bit and looked down at our carnal connection. There was blood. It wasn't pouring out of her or anything, but it was smeared generously along the length of my manhood. Sheila looked down too and sucked in half a gasp, still.