She moaned. “That feels so good. I just want more.”“Yeah?”“Yeah.”She didn’t have to tell me twice. I covered her with my body, claiming ...er with my full weight, and she ground against me, that hip movement telling me exactly what she thought of my technique. Her confidence was intoxicating. Having her tell me what to do to her was turning me primal.“More what? Give me details, baby! Bring those stories into our bed.”“What?”Oh shit… “What do you mean, what?”“You told me to ‘bring those stories. Her lips were still stained with the red lipstick from the cosmetic counter and left a bit of color on the straw. "What?" What?" he whispered back."You're staring at me." Her lips twitched into a smile that she quickly suppressed."Sorry," he said and tore his eyes away from her. He forced his brain into gear to steer the conversation away from his illicit impulses. "School starts in four weeks. We'll have to get you registered soon." I've never gone to school up here." Her voice had lost its. There was virtual reality of nature, culture, mundane living -- everything the mission designers could think to include. A reasonable variety of food. One perk available to no one on earth was the tube on the center axis for floating. Both couples practiced plenty of zero-G sex. Still, their entire living space had been a cylinder thirty feet in diameter and twenty feet in length, for two years.Their mission? Passing time. They weren’t selected for their skills -- the computers handled. This had happened wayback in 2008. I used to live with my mom and my uncle, mom’s brother. Both my mom and his brother are divorced. I was the only so called kid in the house and much pampered. One of the guy’s in my colony named Srinu used to watch me from his balcony which was just adjacent our house. He must have been 25 by then. He used to wander around my house finding a chance to see me or speak to me but could not have. So when i used to go out to school or while coming he used to often.