Then he placed plates and mugs before her and himself. He sat across from her. “That’s a sight I could get used to,” he remarked, “a nude Apri... sitting at my kitchen table.”“Do you usually cook in the nude?” she asked.“I wasn’t nude — I had on an apron.”“It offered a great view of your butt — not that I’m complaining. I appreciate your figure as much as you appreciate mine.”“Not often buck nekkid but often enough in my skivvies.” He held up his mug of coffee. “Skumps.”“Skumps. It’s a fancy. Do it.” “Ok, get out of here.”, which she did and I put them on.It was a super confining garment that made my thighs way smaller, my butt poke up and out, my waist cinched in, and then had straps that let my breasts open and dangling. God Damn did they look bigger and fuller in this thing. “OK, I have it on” I said, and she came in. “Adjust your penis between your legs dad. Having it pushing down the leg ruins the illusion” and I fucking realized this thing was mostly see through. I quickly. The probes that were sent through, what turned out to be one-way wormholes did not come back, although they were equipped with warp drives and should have been able to return. Either something destroyed the probes, or else the breakout point was so far away they ran out of energy before they could return.The First sat staring at the images of the wrecked weapon pods. What is on the other end of this wormhole? When the Federation first started finding wormholes, no one knew whether they might. He watched as the bedframe slowly finished cracking. It sunk in the middle, lowering the broken center of the frame to the floor and turning the whole bed into a shallow V shape. The burst mattress partially swallowed Tonya and the sinking bed folded her so her arms and legs were sticking up awkwardly.“What?” Tonya gasped. “What the hell was that?” She sneezed as the feathers tried to settle on her face.“You broke the bed,” Caine deadpanned, his voice full of confusion and disbelief. “Aaaaugh!”.