He wanted her to hypnotize him forever. Her words hung in his mind for a few moments, as he tried to figure out how to answer them. He’d never actua...ly been hypnotized, but he’d fantasized about it for years now, and he’d been thinking about it all night. Every time someone sat in the chair he was sitting in now, he’d imagined himself in their place, sinking into trance. The chair itself held an almost hypnotic power over him, and Ramona…he knew he couldn’t resist her at all. He knew he didn’t. I quickly covered up and just lay there. It was just Sam, and she too was coming to the tent to go to sleep, as everyone else was as well. “I heard what you were doing in here,” she said, climbing in the tent. “What are you talking about?” I asked blushing. “You were fantasizing about fucking Brett, I heard you moan his name,” Sam said as she zipped up the tent. “I, uhh, he's just so damn hot, Sam. If it weren't for us being cousins I'd have already made a move.” “You said it yourself, you guys. As had been so for all previous interstellar craft, the work would have to take place far above the Earth's surface in the vacuum of space; this would be a ship that could never touch even a planetary atmosphere. Even so a new generation of technology had to be devised to allow ferrying of the huge parts that were to be incorporated into the finished ship from the surface, where they were fabricated, to the orbital assembly site. Shuttles nearly as large as the original Gardener, the ship that. Thank god the elevator got here, I hope no one is in there. Holy fuck, it's the guy in my dream. Shit, my nipples have gotten harder, as he looked at my breasts like all the men do. "Are you going down" he asks as I just stand there. "y..yes, I think so" I say in my squeaky voice ( my voice was part of my new packaging ) as I step in. I know I will just turn around with my back to him and try to ignore him. "Lobby" he asks. "yes" again said in a squeaky voice. Damn, it is hot in here too..