The rest of the search party had gathered at a distance. I spotted Yvonne, Chloe and Savannah and headed toward them. After what I had seen from Randa..., I needed comforting. His emotions were of self-loathing, probably amplified by his own ability. Honestly, that made sense. He felt guilty for the death of his son, my father, and his ability to amplify things, emotions included, had caused him to lose his grasp on reality. The only real cure would be for Randal to forgive himself. It wasn't his. Unusually something woke me and it was still dark and I didn’t know what it was for a minute and then realised mm had her hand on my tits, just resting there. I’d never noticed this happening before but just ignored it, but soon it began stroking my tit and then moving to the other one. It felt strange but good so I just laid there as I felt my nipples get hard. After a few minutes her hand started moving down my body and it wasn’t until it reached the bottom of my nightie and on to my bare. A lot.” Then I moved forward and kissed the damp person who was residing in the vicinity. I pulled her closer by her t-shirt and placed my hand on her breasts. I felt her wrap round me. She accepted my tongue into her mouth and they danced there for a little while. I rubbed her breast and put my other hand into a position where I could remove her underwear. I pulled them down in what would have been one swift movement had they been dry. She pulled up her t-shirt and revealed to me once again. "Whoa, not so fast!" Seargent Tork said, taking a step forward and pointing his blaster at the woman's face. "Get your hands up. Jervas, get her weapon. Cochi, help him out." Stepping closer, Cochi grabbed her by the arms and yanked her up. Jervas slid his hand under the right side of the camoflauge poncho and grabbed the small hidden blaster, withdrawing it from its holster and sliding it under his own belt. He then frisked the woman for anymore hidden weapons, taking the opportunity to fondle.