Margret was dressed in tight jeans, and a denim shirt.She had her hair in a ponytail and had a ball cap on.She isn’t a beauty queen , but it is her...tom boy demeanor is what gets the attention of the guys. We stopped by Steve's house but his mother said he was at the camp so away I went.Being that it was a Friday I knew that they would be partying so I stopped for a 12 pack of beer.Margret had one beer gone and working on the second one by the time we arrived at the camp. Mom was right, the. I put in my decryption key, opened the message, and read it."What the hell?" was all I could say."What is it?"I keyed in the sharing application so Sam could read it."What the hell?" was her response.It was a set of orders that on our return to Amethyst4 station we were to report to HQ for reassignment. A replacement was already on the way. With a shake of my head I went to the bridge.Sam was standing there with a questioning look on her face. I shrugged and told her I had no idea what was. Mary noticed the obvious bulge in Swede's pants as he talked about the experience.She reached down and touched him."Oh, Mary it feels so nice to have your hands on me."She leaned over and kissed him.He held her face in his hands and planted his lips squarely on hers.Her lips parted to receive him. Her tongue darting out and fencing with his.Her hand was gently massaging his erect cock and feeling up his balls.He started to play with her extended nipples and they grew stiffer with his. "Not to long for you and me to get acquainted then," he put hishand on the inside of her knee.Rubbing her knee was the first thing then letting his hand slideup her inner thigh was next, his fingers touched her soft skin above herstocking top, he watched her shudder, "What's up rich bitch, don't likemy dirty hand touching your high and mighty skin?"He bent closer to her face, "Well my little beauty get used toit because until you rich ass-hole of a husband pays your ransom you'rehere and ours.