Sophia had to wait a while to get her jumpsuit and a small vacuum sealed package of linens for her cabin, but she stood patiently, knowing that the de...ay was typical of any bureaucracy, even on a ship that never saw ground more than once or twice a year.Admin was a bit harder."Sophia Delgrada." She said firmly, for the third time, as confident in her new jumpsuit as she'd been in normal clothes. "No. I don't have any real identification beyond the receipts I already gave you. It's all either. "|| TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 8: SOCIAL ||" Hello, my name is Jack. What's yours?"Oh shit. The mannequin started talking and had swiveled its head to look at me."Ummm ... My name is Jennifer?" I said, tentatively."Jennifer ... that's a beautiful name. Why don't you sit here next to me so we can chat?" The mannequin looked at me."Umm ... OK." I walked over and sat in the chair next to Jack, with my legs crossed (at the ankles), back straight, head up, and hands folded in my lap, just like I. Then kissed again, deepening into a passionate locking of mouths, tongues exploring and caressing tongues. It was the sexiest scene I have ever witnessed. As their ardour mounted, their hands traced contours of backs, shoulders and arms, running lightly over each other, gaining sensory knowledge of each other’s skin while their interlocked legs started a mutual grind of sex against upper thigh, both receiving and giving carnal friction.Jenni pulled away first, sucking in a lung full of much. " I was thinking the same thing. What do you have there?" Mr. Piotrowski asked."A book on two-stroke motorcycles." Ah."After a quick trip to the house to take the jewelry box to the post office at Meritt's, Mr. Piotrowski gave him the rest of the day off. They would start clearing out the storage building the next day he told him.The next morning Scott was very eager to get to Mr. Piotrowski's. When he pedaled up to the house there was a big extended cab pickup truck with an empty flat bed.