While we lined up to the board, I noticed a man in his mid-twenties taking a close interest in the women in the line. I knew the look in his eyes all ...oo well. It was the look of a predator - a sexual predator. The look of a male voice scoping out the fresh, feminine flesh in order to ration out how much pleasure he can have within a certain time period he was constrained to.And he was on our flight.His mind wasn’t shielded, and he certainly didn’t seem aware of my own barrier, but just to. And of course, since you will be wearing such feminine clothing, you'llwant to keep your body smooth and soft and wear the right underwear.Every dress will need a slip, especially your sheer dresses, for modesty.You'll be tucked into high-waisted panties or maybe spanx for a smoothlook, and your little budding breasts will nestle in a sweet bra - maybewith a little bow or a rosette between the cups. And of course, we'dkeep your shaved legs in pantyhose or tights. On your feet, littleshoes,. Do you want to go in?" Yes."I led her back into the house and directly into the room. A cross-draft was moving fresh air into the room through one of the open windows. The boy looked undisturbed by death."It's Gerry," she said. She moved closer to the bed, as if to kiss him, but I pulled her away. "Don't disturb him," I said. "It's better to leave him as he is." Will you close the windows, before we leave?" she said."Yes. Go on back outside, and wait."She stood there looking at the dead young. He was being discharged from service and returned home. He could re-enlist, but what memories of me he had had, were gone.Helping cheer me up/commiserate were Regot, Beeln and Inisir; all of whom had gained well-earned promotions to sub-Commander and probably their optimal rank in the fighting, as opposed to the support, forces. I had to admit that I was so proud of their promotions and was coming round to recognise what a special team we were. They did cheer me up by letting me know that Dorit.