Once in front of the produce cooler, he set up the ladder. "There you go." Thanks," she said as she climbed.Alan pulled his empty cart around. "Find t...em?" Scott may have stuck them up top," Chris answered.Alyssa breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the box she was looking for. "They're up here. Thank heavens." After a brief pause she asked, "Any chance I could get some help getting it down?"Alan shrugged. "Yeah." Sure," Chris agreed, and then said, "Bring it over to the ladder and we'll. The night guard tips his hat to us as we enter the building. You in a sleeveless black velvet gown, black shoes, toting a small evening purse. God you are ravishing. My very own Holly Golightly. I in a classic black tuxedo with the bowtie undone from your handiwork in the beautiful old fashioned London taxi we just now exited from. You turn to watch as the guard locks the door behind him, leaving the two of us alone for the night. Turning back, you look at me with those glorious eyes and smile. He bit into my breast hard, and then sucked enough to leave a mark after, maybe even draw blood. My tears came harder as my body gave into his attack, my nipples hardening as he nibbled on them. Your nails dug into my hips bone making me buck hard, moving towards him. Thats it pet, come to me. My eyes glistened looking into his eyes, submit to me. I shook my head, which was responded by a deep feral growl. Your hands turned me around and started slapping my arse over and over again. The pain. Four spectons later he was staring at the readout his mouth hanging open. Dropping like a rock into the command seat he continued to shake his head. Twitty shook Skylos when he failed to answer her question. "Uh..." He said an almost vacant look in his eyes. "Damn it Commander!" Reaching back she slapped him across his face. "What is wrong?" "I can't believe it! It can't be possible!" Was all that Skylos could say. Sighing Twitty reared back slapping Skylos again almost knocking him out of.