We are making detailedrecordings of everything before we turn them over for recycling. The fewsurvivors are being returned aboard Terror." Say again a...out the survivors?" They were near death Sir, the bugs used Stasis chambers to maintain lifesupport while they began a slow process of healing, but the bugs aren't asexperienced with flesh and blood beings as they are mechanical. But Idon't want to wake any until they are at a hospital facility equipped tohandle such long periods of Stasis," she. Just as I see myself sobbing and howling away the pain of life in these visions that Payne brings me, I find my own face wet. This is when I waken, leaving the half-dream that had brought those precious moments of peace behind, and now I am free to shed my own tears. I can wail and sob and cry – I can howl and lament to my hearts content. I have a reason – Payne has shown me what my soul aches for yet again, and once more reality reminds me of how far away these dreams are. This knowledge, this. I had resisted her efforts to explore sex. I know you probably don't remember it that way, and a jury of my peers probably wouldn't think that was true either, but it was. I had not dived into these waters with abandon. Was I a bit culpable? Yes. But I had tried to put on the brakes at various points.All that changed.Had she told me, the night before, "Uncle Bob, I think I'd like to try fucking, would you do that with me?" I would have argued against it. It's quite possible I'd have kicked her. She had her hands by her side and allowed Prabhu to do whatever he wanted. He turned her around holding her waist. He put the measuring tape on one end of her shoulder and measured shoulder to shoulder. He then measured the length for the arm and then the width of the arm. His hands touching her bare skin was hot. He was however nervous too. He shouted out the measurements which Raman noted down. He then turned her around again holding her waist. He then hesitated but a sound from Raman pushed.