"Both girls have wonderful bodies." I said in agreement. "I want both you girls in the shower, now!" Jeff shouted, "Help me move this stuff." We moved...the equipment and the girls into the bathroom. It was tight, but we managed to fit the camera and one light fixture. "OK, I want you bitches to soap each other up real nice and slow." Jeff explained, "You hear me?" The girls got in the shower as Jeff turned on the water. The girls took turns slowly soaping each other's young bodies up. The steady. Nothing. For moments. Hours. DAYS.She knew better than to say anything. He'd punish her rather than titillating her - he'd hurt rather than reward. She couldn't say anything.She couldn't hear him, though, and as her flush faded, as her skin cooled and she began to come back to herself, she wondered what his next delicious torture would be.She waited. Heart rate slowing. Breath becoming even. And still, nothing.Without any warning but the brush of air preceding the blow, it came. From nowhere -. "I know this is basically your program, but I cannot commit you to what I know is a risky undertaking, and if you would feel more comfortable having the lander come to retrieve you we shall arrange that." Are you done, Carlos?" asked Meiersdottir with a patient air."Well..." He was obviously taken aback."Good," she said. "You couldn't drag me off the planet in chains. Is that good enough?"He let out a burst of laughter. "Sergeant," he said over the communicator in an amused tone, "I think you. I didn't want to say anything to him about why you'd slapped me." A lie, but nine years is a long time to remember a couple kisses."Daddy wanted me to give him some new names. He got really mad when I told him there weren't any others I'd be willing to marry. How much money did he offer you? He offered Gene Appelman five million dollars. Gene has plenty of his own money though. I knew he'd say no. Carl Steadson has some money too, but he hates me too much to ever want to marry me. I told him.