"Everyone chuckled at the simplicity of the statement, and the fact that paint of any kind won't stick to the alloy metal that makes up the out side o... this place.Annette said, "Well, we could all start calling the place the 'Federation House'."I liked that. After a brief discussion amongst the family, it was decided that we would spin the name that way. Too bad we can't do that with the Flowsman class starships. It just wouldn't do to try and change the name like that. The people wouldn't let. This rod was here to stay, for as long as it took, and I could do whatever we wanted with it.Her soft eager whispers egged me on. "oh, yes, that's good... oh, more there... mmmm... again, do that again... " This felt so good, I could just do it for ever, and best of all, I had a partner, we were doing it together, she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her.No. Not fucking. Now I realise what we were doing. It's called making love. And we did it for what seemed like hours, but I suppose was. I just heard someone pass a couple of minutes ago. We don't wantanyone coming back here."Luka leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered between snuffles,"I'm sorry." It's okay." I pulled back a little and shooed a fly away from herface. "So what ya scared of?" My mom. You've got no idea what she's like." Trust me, I know better than you think. Sometimes you've gotta standup for yourself, even when you're scared." Ever since Mom beat me when I told her I was a girl, I've beenscared." Her jaw. Then at last he began to read from the top sheet in the file. “Emily Land,” he quoted. “Age 15, five feet, 4 inches tall, 93 pounds, green eyes, brown hair, appendectomy scar on lower abdomen.” Sanchez glanced over the top of the folder and smiled when he saw the look of horror on Jennifer Land’s face.Immediately her entire demeanor changed. “Captain Sanchez, I...” Jennifer stammered then stood silent, her heart racing again. “Captain, please. You assured me that my family would not be.