Suzanne swept into the room. She was wearing the same clothes she'd had on when she'd left. "Hi, Glory. How are you doing? Am I interrupting anything?...I see you're both fully clothed." Her attention went to the stereo system and she smiled, hearing that the Astrud Gilberto bossa nova CD was still playing. Then her gaze went down Glory's shapely body all the way to her feet, and she raised a curious eyebrow when she saw that she was still wearing her high heels."Um, well..." Glory wasn't sure. When she parked her car at the bookstore and got out, she looked like any other undergrad with her backpack, jeans, and flip flops, bent on a night of study at the Barnes & Noble. No one had any reason to look at her—but she couldn’t help feeling that everyone in the parking lot, and then in the store, could tell that her pussy was already warming and twitching in anticipation. She could feel it throbbing as she casually strolled down one of the aisles. Without meaning to, she saw. .. nothing but a giant hole in the battle hatch.Admiral Guadneef reached for his sidearm, the only weapon allowed on the bridge, only to have it snatched from his hand by something invisible.The bridge crew's puzzlement was soon dispelled as a number of bipedal figures, wearing some sort of bulky suit and helmet, and wielding devices that were unquestionably weapons - in a very business-like manner, appeared out of the haze of the ships atmosphere as if materializing before their eyes."Welcome. "No, Lucy." I pulled away. I looked at her. She looked broken, I thought she was going to burst into tears at any second. I decided to see if I could get myself out of this with some easy promises, "Oh, Lucy, don't doubt me, I want you. Look at you, any man would want you. I promise you I'll be back, and when I do, I want you dressed exactly as you are tonight." When? Promise me you'll come back this week. Promise me, Dave." OK. I'll phone you. One night in the week. But it's not right tonight,.