She handed the towel to me with a small grin and said, "Here, sweetie."She was obviously very happy. I didn't know what to think. Twice I'd flooded my...elf, and I felt slightly ashamed, like I'd peed the bed."I'm sorry," I said."Why?" she asked. "Do you know how many women would kill for orgasms like that? It is not a problem!"Nollie pulled me into the shower and soaped me down, then rinsed my hair. She pushed me out and told me to dry off and stayed in the shower to finish.I went into the. .. umm ... profligacy. Are they digging themselves a credit hole, or do they actually have the money? Personally, I’d rather do without some stuff in exchange for knowing that my second home, here, is secure, and that they aren’t mortgaging their future just to allow us a bit more comfort.”“I can see that. What I can’t really see is our ... three adoptive parents going out on such a limb. Look at this house and furnishings. It’s all nice, but it’s not ... The place is not like a museum where. And he was pretty adept at keeping out of shot, if you get my drift. That is, unless he was actually signing-in; there was no way that any bugger could avoid that particular camera. However he, and particularly his guests, rarely if ever appeared in a recognisable manner on any of the hotel's surveillance videos.At first I found it completely incomprehensible that John Rivers could manage to achieve such a feat, but he did.An odd fall-out for me, of learning about John Rivers' curious behaviour. He climbed into the chair and asked for a view of the outside, while he brought up the navigation console. He looked up at the monitors and then glanced back down at the computer screen. He paused and then snapped his eyes back to the large monitors again.“Holy fucking shit!” he said aloud.The monitor was giving him a view of a room. An enormous room that he could only guess was a huge transporter docking room. His ship wasn’t small. It was at least 150m long and 60m at its widest.“Computer,.