‘Maybe talk can wait a few minutes,’ he muttered. ‘A few minutes?’ Rosie took a step back in outrage and glared at him. ‘It’s been ages!�... ‘And who’s fault is that?’ he reminded her before pulling her with him as he edged back towards an old bed in the corner. She sniffed, ashamed. ‘Dunno.’ ‘Exactly,’ he said sternly. He sat down and looked up at her, his hands resting lightly on her waist. ‘All that upset for nothing.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ she apologised, gazing down at his handsome face. It all seemed. Dempsy waited a moment before a hologram of Derrick appeared. Bowing all the way to the floor he heard Derrick groan, "Sire I have to report." Derrick's eyes opened as he waited for Dempsy to continue. "We have a need to hurry with the meet between the two of them. As I understand it she is going back to duty onboard her ship tomorrow. Before this happens sire, may I suggest that you arrange for this to happen." Derrick let out a long sigh as he realized that Dempsy was more than right. "I. I'm sitting down in the living room, my knees kept nicely together and theskirt of my dress is spread around me on Terry's couch. John is on theother end of the couch, still browsing though the magazines and Andrew ison the sofa, nervously fidgeting and trying to cover his knees with the hemof his skirt. None of us speaks, though not from embarrassment. It's not asif this is the first time we've seen each other in women's clothes. Butthis time, this is no costume party. We haven't lost any bets. He was about 6'2, and even more muscular than Jacob. His chocolate brown hair was short and spiked. He was wearing some baggy jeans, and a hoodie. Richey was the youngest, being 17. His face still had a little puppy fat, but it made him cute in a sexy way. He had the same hair colour as Jacob, but it wasn't really long or short, somewhere in the middle. He had puppy fat nowhere else, being as muscled as Jacob and about 5'8. He was wearing Skinny jeans and a jacket. I myself had done my fair.