However, I finally stumbled into the shower and immediately slumped down on the bench (it’s a big shower!) without turning on the water.“It looks ...ike someone is gonna have to get in there and help him,” Candy observed. “Otherwise, I don’t think he’s gonna make it.”“I just finished doing my hair so I vote to let him fly stinky, if it is up to me,” Randi said.“Maybe we should go and get the ones that did this to him,” Nicky said as she reached in and turned on the shower.I think I moaned.“Who. “You know, I like that a lot.”I open my mouth to deny it, or to sneer deprecatingly at his words. Obvious, me? If I were, my nightstand drawer wouldn't be the only place where the magic happens in my bedroom. Also, I can't afford to be obvious. A woman can't have a career if the men ever catch a glimpse of the bitch in heat.As if my magic, he has caught my scent nonetheless. And he likes it. A lot. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.The hand on my stomach has decided to slip underneath my. And Sumati knew exactly what the Captain would say: today she was representing Starfleet, and couldn’t afford to let the side down. The last thing Sumati wanted right now was to turn up at the transporter room and be sent back to tidy herself up. Perhaps it wasn’t very likely – it rather depended who was on duty – but she wasn’t going to take the risk. As an ensign, she didn’t have a window in her room, only senior officers were lucky enough to get that privilege. Instead, her brown eyes. “Oh I think we should!” I said, thrusting my hands down his trousers.“Shit! They’re so cold!” And it had an effect too. From wet dream mode, it started to firm in my hand as I pressed against him. He had to kiss me more to stop the other boys noticing his moans. He was always so sensitive down in his boxers! He decided to join me by sliding his equally cold hands down my own trousers. And I could see why he needed to hide his mouth! I almost blew him away with a melting moan. I was surprised.