. Pour commencer!Celia, ma petite, allez donc lui chercher son jean!"Celia quitta bri?vement la pi?ce, et revint avec mon jean... Ou plut?t cequ'il en...restait. Elle avait d?coup? les jambes du pantalon pour letransformer en minishort!Avec mes jambes ?pil?es, j'avais presque l'air plus f?minin avec ceshort que si j'avais port? une jupe. Mais cela me rassura de remettre cevestige de mes v?tements de gar?on. C?lia m'aida ? compl?ter ma tenueavec un tee-shirt encore assez neutre, des socquettes. ”“Quiet you,” I said quietly as I looked at the ten people who had remained. I was trying to put names to face when Warren spoke up.“Captain, some of those men aren’t going to be happy serving under you,” he said seriously.I nodded. “I had already come to that conclusion. I get a feeling we’ll have to transfer a few more out before we get an initial crew and once the second wave of colonists arrives, we can hopefully find replacement for anyone who doesn’t work out.”“Second wave?” Ingrid. "I made sure the rooms under us and to each side were empty. Got lucky. Time of year I guess. You okay?" he asked, taking my hand.I just nodded.Number 47 was as basic as they come.A double bed. A small table with a cheap alarm clock and a plastic lamp with a Chinese patterned shade on it. An old school tv with a remote in the corner. A couple of wooden chairs. Beige telephone and so on. Fresh bedding and towels were laid out on the bed.I stood in the middle of the room clutching my bag as I. Dirk held his breath and looked down at Kara. Her moderately sized breasts stood out prominently on her slim body. Her hips and butt were deliciously sculpted, and she had long, shapely legs. Kara was only ten years younger than Dirk, but the yard guys had probably guessed her to be his teenage daughter. As her hand slid though the opening in his pants, Kara looked up at Dirk. Touching a finger to her chin, she said, "It was kind of like I was nineteen again with a couple of neighbor guys.