He grasped for it, but it was gone. He was awake. Marco sat up slowly, the motion sending him floating up slightly from the bedding beneath him before...restraints caught him and held him fast. A small touch released the clasps. He drifted free of the hypersleep capsule. Along the walls of the module, the rest of the crew was being awakened. But he was first. He alone had that honor. The taste of ashes weighted his tongue. He followed the carefully regimented routine designed to bring his body. Marcia was quite friendly with the rest of her neighbors in the Close, but she continued to snub Tara. Possibly because Tara was suspected of having seduced several of the men in the area. Revenge was now a question of when, rather than if. With Tara, revenge would involve the seduction of Sam, Marcia’s husband. Her juices were in full flow at the thought of it. Imagine seducing that great hunk, with the beautiful curly hair and green eyes, and pissing off his wife at the same time. How. Jen heard the car pull into the driveway and she went to door to greet her husband. James came in wearing his kilt and doublet, carrying his luggage and briefcase. His years in the service, and now as a security advisor, kept him in great physical condition. His broad shoulders in the doublet made him almost look regal. James stepped forward and grabbed Jen's neck, under her auburn hair, and kissed her deeply. "God have I missed you, Jen." In response, Jen put her hand under James's kilt,. F******n now, thought Mary, I must be able to get more than that. She felt Paul moving her lips again and looked down. Her inner labia were coloured reddish brown now and looked almost finished, but there was still some of the clitoris hood to do. That would be good for at least two more rings for Betty, she thought. In the event, it turned out to be six, as the colour went in. Paul stopped. “Just the end of your clitoris and then you are finished,” he said. “This will be the worst pain that.