“And unless we have an area, we’re not going to find them easily, if at all.”“So I guess we head back to Vreekoos,” I shrugged.“My people,...including a few males, have been given title to a planet called Coriola,” Vellitee informed us.“I’m told it’s lovely and has very high mountains,” I replied. “I presume you’re being given set up equipment?”“Yes and an AI to train us in what’s necessary. We will be able to find work in the off-world shipyard too, if we desire,” she enthused.“Other colonists?”. Now I moved my hand off her crotch and slid it up the front of her jeans and onto her stomach. Instead of moving on up to touch her breasts I moved my hand back down but pressing against her stomach so that it started to slide down inside her trousers.I could tell that she was totally concentrating on what I was doing, her breathing had almost stopped and the whole room was sort of frozen in anticipation. As my hand started to move down inside her tight jeans and she sucked her tummy in giving. As she worked, she thought about what she'd learned at the Brown Bag.Breasts were a subject near and dear to her. By the time she was 15 she realized that the lottery of life had come up a loser on breast size for her. On a good day, with a loose tape measure, she needed an A cup. She didn't have to wear a bra because there was nothing to support, all she had were nipples. She was told that was enough to nurse a baby, but a kid was the last thing on her mind. She wanted curves, and to do that. ’ ‘I got the message loud and clear when she slapped me, and you slammed the door in my face.’ He hated the dejected tone of her voice. Hated that it was because of him that she didn’t sound vibrant, happy, and giggly. He hated that he’d listened to Vicki. That he’d taken the easy road and the money that came with her. ‘Char… listen… it wasn-‘ ‘You listen, you bastard. There is nothing that you could say right now that would make me want to see you.’ ‘Charlotte… I love you… please, hear me.