.I want a girl that's funny, has a bit of sass to her, gets my jokes too: trusts me to willingly kiss other women, and have it not mean a damn thing t... me emotionally: NEVER wants to kiss me on the lips, like EVER, for our entire relationship: doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't chew: I don't care if it's her nails, bubble-gum, or tobacco, I can't stand a chewer: likes classical music, especially anything with a good rhythm for dancing: she's GOTTA love to dance, and be at least decent at. ’ Now it was Alice’s turn to comfort him. ‘If you think the Captain will think less of you for being human then I won’t tell her.’ ‘Thank you Alice.’ ‘On one condition.’ Alice gave him a mischievous grin. ‘And that is?’ Dave asked, a little worried. ‘You dance with me at least once tonight at the departure ball.’ ‘I can’t dance Alice.’ He almost wailed. She just looked at him. He gave in and smiled. ‘Okay one dance it is.’ ‘Good.’ She kissed him on the cheek again, and ushered him out of the. She had no idea where she was. In her memory there was only a confused roiling of sound, sights, odors, color-all running together like buckets of paint poured on the street.She whimpered as she rolled over, to stop suddenly. Fran was sprawled on her back on the next cot. Her blond hair was a limp, twisted snake lying flaccid on her white body.Renee automaticlly jerked her hand to her mouth to stifle her scream. The was so... so still. And naked. She was wearing nothing. Not even her. "You mean just because my pussy lips are raw, and my nipples are sore as heck, and you made me climax with your tongue more times than I can even remember? Damn right I'm angry." But her impish grin told me she was talking in jest."You may then flog me my queen for having angered you." I told her looking remorseful."Flog you! Ha! I'm going to fuck you every chance I get. That was sooooo good last night. You most certainty lived up to your promise of making Vicky jealous. I can't wait to tell.