"Her next thoughts turned to her last option of going with us as she studied me carefully. "He did save us," she thought. "And he bought us lunch, and...he's traveling with a whole bunch of girls. Some of them appear to be about my age. And they all seem nice." Her daughter's safety seemed to dominate her thoughts, however. "Can I trust them?"Her daughter, like most four year olds, had quickly tired of all the big people just sitting around, and had slid off her mother's lap, and began going from. Shuttles would ferry them to the orbiting starship Gardener, she said (the ship had been re­christened for the mission, von Braun—its original name—not being deemed adequately symbolic). She told them how much gear, by mass, each was permitted, spelled out what items were mandatory and offered suggestions on optional additions. She also described the ship's equi­p­age: sleeping accommodations, scientific equipment, recreational facilities (including a large physical fitness compartment), game. I obviously accompanied her. On our way to market there were some old as well as some young fellows staring at her. I was helpless. I whispered to her “See those fools staring as if they have never seen a female”. However I was feeling proud from inside that i m walking with such a beautiful woman ;) She said “Just ignore them, the always keep staring’. I felt little horny. One strange thing about her is that whenever someone stares at her or talk dirty about her, it makes me feel horny. I. Instead of kissing me, she placed her forehead against my own. She was sweating. ‘Is that what you want?’ she asked, ‘Is that what you really want?’. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to damn myself any further. Her lips met mine, ever so lightly. She gasped. Her shaking slowed. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again, at first tentatively and then with rising passion. I could feel her mold her body against mine, feel her place her hand behind my neck as she pulled my.