I love it when a man can read me quickly. He waited just an instant to see my reaction. It all happened so fast. I took in his touch, his voice, his s...ell, the size of his hand, how he was dressed, everything. I don’t really know how it works, but I can pretty much tell right away when I want to fuck a man, and I could tell with him quicker than anything. He knew it, too. I need men who can read my mind. I don’t want to have to say everything. Like with Mason, he’s always, “Do you like this?”. Her mind was elsewhere, engrossed on what to wear for her twelfth wedding anniversary. Things had gotten stale between her and Steve, her husband, this last while. She needed to put the spark back into their relationship, spice things up, and she thought that maybe a night away in a hotel might do the trick. Sandra moved down the aisle slowly, stopping every now and again to feel the material of a garment. She thought about how it would feel against her skin; she imagined how the panties would. “When my assault carrier arrived, the Shipmaster was not expecting such resistance, the Prophets did not know that this was a Human stronghold. Whatever they seek, it must be important. Important enough to commit so many ships to the cause.”“It ain’t just a stronghold,” the Rookie replied, “this is planet Earth. This is our homeworld.”Alba balked at that, not knowing how to respond. She hadn’t known until now, she had assumed that this was just like any other Human colony, no different from. ‘Gotcha! I’m not married.’ Their soup came, a huge wad of Gruyere bubbling away on top of the bowl. ‘This looks like the real deal,’ he said as he took a spoonful. ‘Yup. Good grub.’ ‘Good chef back there.’ ‘Know him?’ ‘Her. And yes, I do. Very well, as a matter of fact.’ ‘Ah.’ ‘That’s a pretty big ‘ah’ you got going on there, you know?’ ‘Sorry. So tell me about you. How’d you wind up here?’ ‘Boston College, then Duke. Got my PhD there. You?’ ‘Stanford. UC Santa Barbara.’ ‘So, PhD in History?.