As I glanced around the room, I caught a glimpse of a woman sitting by herself. She was short, with sandy brown hair, glasses, slim, legs crossed, and...sipping a glass of red wine. She too was glancing around the room and seemed relaxed. I was wondering what she was thinking, is she having the same sexy images as I was?As she sat there, her long fingers tracing the top of the glass, and then licking her fingers. I became aroused. I asked the waiter if she was expecting a guest; he said no, she. I saw her open her purse and remove some cash. In a moment, a man approached me.As he came closer I noticed he was younger than the others, very handsome with a quiff of blond hair. My heart was thumping.He wore a pale cream linen suit with a white shirt open to reveal his hairless brown chest. He looked toned but not overly muscled like a lot I had seen.“Hello Tanya!” He said with a French accent. His ice blue eyes pierced mine. I averted my gaze. It was weird though, I felt myself wanting to. After my boyfriend, it was bad. I was an attention whore for boys. Until someone called me out on it. It was senior year. She was in ROTC in my school. I was talking to some dude about my breakup when she said: ‘Shut up. It’s not over. It’s one guy. More will come, trust me,’” Lauren said. “I looked at her. She was actually pretty. I did not think she was gay. That was the last thought in my head. But there was something about her that was attractive. She had long black hair, soft skin and lips. Activating the newly installed com unit she said, "This is Commander Kalaria, to all pilots; bring your fighters to 'power up'. We launch when the doors open..." she stopped for a second and gathered her thoughts before she continued, "Pilots of the Washington, good luck. Let's free our people! Remember stay in pairs. Cover each other on your attack runs. Kalaria..."The ship shimmered, the klaxons started blaring, and the massive launch bay door started descending. As soon as she had enough.