”“Wait.”“What? You said you’d undress after your five minute powwow.”“No, sir, I said we needed time to discuss this between ourselves. ...ow that I have a complete picture—well, not complete but perhaps a sightly better one—I know what we need to make this work maybe a little better; at least for six of us. The other two are much more complicated.”“Are you trying to negotiate? There’s no negotiation, son. If you don’t disrobe, Mr Abover will assist you. Start now.”“You misunderstood, sir, I’m. She spoke briefly with Commander Williams before he left and she introduced herself. They all noticed that as the Commander left he gave her butt a pat as he passed. The male ensigns were wondering how her ass would feel in their hands. The women were wondering how she could let him get away with that. They all wanted to know why she was naked.Nervously she introduced herself and began their orientation. "Um, hi. My name is Samantha. I used to be a Transporter Technician 3rd class. I say was. She fell for it every time. "Bring em to the brink of self-esteem destruction, let them feel bad for a few minutes, offer no remorse, no solace. Be firm and at the peak of the moment, hang out that hand to catch her from her fall and pull her back to happiness, her hero." he thought to himself. One of the guiding principles of his pick up teachings. "You can go change in one minute. We are not through here." he shot out in a sort of annoyed tone. Her eyes now fell. "I hate when you make me. I was prepared to find the Chalmers Street launderette bulldozed into something new and unrecognisable, but it was still there, and the same old facade in yellow-grey London brick carried great emotional force.For this was where it had all started when I was a sulky sixteen, quarrelling with my father every weekend, and allowed to sit in that warm, steamy launderette, if I would help the manageress to tidy-up at closing. God knows she wasn't a beauty, all double chins and missing teeth, but she.