I'm sitting in a window seat, next to a very attractive man. He is probably in his early thirties, tall, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and excel...ent posture that exudes confidence. I bet he was a Marine in a past life. He has that chiseled face and tough-guy look. At that same time, he strikes me as an all-American, boy-next-door type. I wonder where he’s headed in his fancy business suit on a Friday morning. Sitting next to him, I feel underdressed in my black yoga pants and small grey. #18: I decided on a different approach: I took her to bed, getting Carol to come with us as reinforcements. We activated the Faraday cage, stripped off and got into bed, Donna very enthusiastic about this new method of getting explanations.I took Donna's hands off my cock, pulled her into a cuddle, with Carol on the other side of me so we could both look Donna in the eyes when we talked to her. She looked disappointed that the explanation didn't start with rampant, full-on, fuck-like-bunnies. I didn’t rescue her to wither away to nothing while she wallowed in …whatever it was she was wallowing in. ‘I said I don’t want anything.’ ‘I’ll go make you a quesadilla, and then we can talk.’ She looked away from me when I said ‘talk.’ I rose, not wanting to leave, but somehow not wanting to stay either. I made my way to the empty kitchen and cooked her up a quick quesadilla. Danielle always liked those, or at least seemed to like them when I made them. ‘Here you go.’ I set the plate down on. That's right, there was work to be done! She wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but it was definitely darker than before. Hopefully her colleagues nearby could now see enough of her, but not too much.A light breeze caressed her face. It had been some time since she had been naked outdoors, in fact the previous time had been after the plane crash that had led her this far. She felt so much more sexually awake since that time, aware both of her own needs and the desires of the others in her.