She took off her top. She wasn’t really doing it too fast. It was as though she was stripping for the invisible audience. Then she unclasped her bra...and let it glide slowly down her stomach. Her breasts were a total eye-catcher. Firm, perfectly round, with small perky nipples, no sag at all. I couldn’t make the slightest move for I was so attracted by the sight of that young beauty getting naked. Next she unbuttoned her pants and let them fall on the ground. My mind had a total blackout as I. All we had was these damned yellow chemical glow sticks to provide light. We were definitely in trouble.Michel, Franklin, and I (Sam) had launched from the cargo lander an hour ago and given our search area. Rebel activity was light in this area, so four anti-grav tanks were dropped onto this rocky and sand-covered moon to follow a search pattern. Our commanders thought 1000 square kms each is far away enough from each other to explore suspected places for rebels to hide out. We had to stop. "Why do you ask?" I asked."I know how men think of women's breasts. I'd like to hear how a womanthinks of them."I shrugged. "I think of mine as gifts."Brad looked puzzled, but the bemused glint in his eye suggested that hewas intrigued as well. "Gifts?" he repeated. "Why gifts?" A woman, seeking love, offers sex," I replied. "Breasts areintimations of intimacy. They're gifts that promise more, like thebouquets of roses a man gives to a woman he admires. Flowers arepromises, too--promises. The bed was a king bed but nothing to handcuff Rica to. well I called her letting her know the hotel and room number. The hotel was a 5star and downtown Jakarta only minutes from her place. On my way out I told the front desk the information that Rica was coming to visit me and would they be so kind to please give her a key if Im not here. I went to find a drink and sat near a window drinking couple shots of whiskey. About 15 minutes past when I thought I noticed a young tiny asian girl.