“You betcha.” Marsha replied as she grabbed the small clutch handbag containing whatever it is women need for an evening out with their man.She sl...pped into the passenger seat making sure I got an eyeful of sexy silk covered leg and I actually paused a moment to let the image of her shapely legs burn into my brain. The evening hadn't even started and my passionate mate was already seducing me.As I turned the key and buckled my seat belt I glanced over at Marsha. “You gonna buckle up?” I. "That comment brought out a lot of ribald comments and laughter. Just for a moment, I wondered what it would be like. Two sleepy people in bed, the heady smell of the male and female body, raging hormones, and an innocent coupling. Would it feel any different? Probably not. But after? When in the cold hard light of day, the realities of society's taboos kicked in, it would probably destroy the sibling bond forever.Bedtime, and I had a head full of questions, none of which I could ask in front. " "It will print out a small card which is inserted into an envelope and is given to you." "You will lead the client to this room and open the envelope and find out what he has paid for." "Always keep a smile, no matter what is printed out." "Always address your client as sir or madam..."What!", interrupted Debbie, "Do you mean women come here." "Of course," said Joy, "they are some of the best tippers but also some of the most kinky." "I've got one thirty-five year old housewife with four kids. "Ben punched up the VTOL systems, the repulsion field on the ventral side of the craft activating. With a slight jolt, the fighter went airborne, rising a meter off the ground. He carefully applied the maneuvering thrusters, angling the craft towards the exit of the hangar. He punched the throttle, throwing the fighter out into the air at over three hundred miles an hour, before Ben could even bat an eyelash."Man, this thing definitely accelerates faster than the HK-1." Ben commented to.