Around 11pm I was going off shift for a few hours and went into the room where she was. By now her scent had saturated to room, 'Are you going to bed ...ow', she asked me, her eyes firmly fixed on mine, 'I may', I replied, my voice thick like treacle, an ache in my stomach.An awkward silence descended between us, and when she asked me where I slept, I almost wet myself with anticipation.'Is it big enough for two', she asked me, 'It could be', I replied, 'Do you want to share with me', I. Michelle ran to her room and came back in a very skimpy black two-piece swimsuit with her own 36 DD spilling out over her top as well as at the sides and her ass cheeks hanging out her bottoms it sort of looked like her suit was a little small on her. I also don't remember buying that for her.We all sort of just stared at her when she returned. None of us saying anything. Michelle asked if anything was wrong. All three of us shook our head no.”Good I thought maybe my tit was hanging out like. I really had no idea why I never spoke to her. “You …know… what… I…mean, Billy.” The evenly spaced words cut right through my bullshit, leaving no option but to address her question directly. “Tell me, Billy….I want to know.” What could I say? How could I tell her that I had withdrawn from her after that day so long ago because… I liked her? I suddenly started thinking of some excuse to leave, to return to the storm outside where it would be safer. I stared at her legs, her muscular dark legs. First, the cabal agreed that we didn't have to be dead yet. Second, they called George-the-recruiter in and I handed him my keys. He had a cell phone that worked anywhere, even down in tunnels, and he always carried at least two of those portable pads with him in his briefcase. If they needed him, he could stop anywhere, lock himself in a bathroom somewhere, and pop back to the ship for a minute. They had him go back to our condo and set a transporter ring down inside. After that, he could go.