'Tickets please', I am jolted from my dirty little scenario, by a kindly looking old man, the ticket inspector, a crimson coloring creeping across my ...ace, as I smile at him, my eyes dropping and making me more alluring, I delve into my handbag and retrieve the ticket, which he punches and hands back, his eyes I imagine are now looking into my top, as my breasts heave in their fullness, my body is screaming to all men, I am ripe, take me.I look up at him and immediately notice he is actually. . only the walls looked like outer space, Iwould have said that the wallpaper was just covered in stars and prettynebulas, if it wasnt for the fact that the stars were twinkling, and Icould see comets fly past near the ceiling where the light hung from.another perculiarity was that doors appeared and dissapeard around thewalls for people to walk through. TinkleSpindle walked me past a fewpeople sitting in the waiting chairs over to the reception desk."Hello Linda, can I sign this one over to. ." she added sinking her fingernails into it in a playful way.Instead of removing her hand, I let my Mum run her hands all over my chest and tug at my chest hair. I was beginning to get very turned on by this and was struggling to hide the rather obvious hard-on which was now starting to make a tent out of the folds of my robe!Just at that point my Mum's hand let go of my chest and took my hand, pulled it towards her and took it up under her pyjama top, and pressed it firmly against her left. The outside of the pod had been blackened and melted, in places the outer couple of layers of shielding had been destroyed, exposing the under layers and a tangle of broken conduit.The rescue crew was using a powered sled to guide the pod into the open bay and on to a cradle that was designed for exactly that kind of vessel. As they watched the slow movement, a command center tech handed Pan a data pad that listed the details known so far.The CPS Altair had not arrived on time in Calysto orbit.