Nina was breathing softly, the duvet rising and falling over her slender form. Gently, so as not to disturb her, he stroked her hair and briefly kisse... her forehead. Sam felt a pang of intense love, so strong it was almost painful, as he gazed down at her. He swore silently, as he had many times before, that he would die before he let anybody hurt this girl.As Sam returned to the corridor, he heard a shocked gasp, and then loud female laughter. A pretty red-haired girl - Lena, that was her. " "Is it a hierarchical design?" "Not yet, but it's definitely planned. That way instructions can be passed down to the dispatched team leaders by Q-bit links which radio them on to the workers and replacement unit requests are sent back up the chain." I said, "Good planning. Coordinated repairs could be done across a ship, a shipyard or an entire solar system."We talked for a while, then agreed to have dinner together. It was a pleasant diversion of an evening. I'd missed her company and told. With extra jiggles too." But it's Tuesday sir." Yes I know it's Tuesday." Replied John, beginning to get impatient, "what has it being Tuesday got to do with anything?" Well House was on last night sir. Everyone knows you can't get hold of a naughty nurse the day after House." Is that right?" 'Fraid so sir. It's Hugh Laurie what does it sir." So you are the world's leading bimbo emporium..." That we are sir," But you have no schoolgirls, cheerleaders or nurses." Well that's hardly a fair. I was hungry, needed to get some food. Luckily there was a restaurant in the Hotel where I could eat. So changed my clothes, took my camera and headed to the restaurant. I finished eating and headed towards the streets and viola!!!... I see women in red, pink, green, blue!!!...my head was spinning like a spindle as I turned in my head in all directions and stared and drooled at their bums. I spotted one Bangladeshi woman, her hair was covered with a red cloth and her tight salwar kameez was.