People milling about in and out checking in or taking books out. Patricia, the head librarian, looked at Miranda busying herself in her work as usual ...nd as always started asking Miranda awkward questions."Miranda Dear, why is it you never seem to have a steady relationship?" Patricia was in her mid forties but well dressed and always keeping her appearance immaculate , she had reddish brown hair in a kind of long bob, slender but curvacious figure and was always wearing high heels , her skirts. I decide if I have to suffer, then so does Jess, as I shake her shoulder vigorously. “Come on sleepy head, time to get up.” I eventually rouse her and by the screwed up look on her face, she feels as bad as I do. “Why did you wake me, Jen? It is Sunday morning you daft cow.” I smile broadly, she always calls me a daft cow, I never take it seriously. “I think if you can see straight, you’ll realise it is now Sunday afternoon.” She sticks her tongue out at me then smiles. She looks stunning even. All time has stopped. Nothing and no-one exist, her pleasure has become the center of all being. But it is not to last as she is order to roll onto her back. Her legs are untied only to be tied anew once she is in position. It is again left ankle to left bed post and right ankle to right bed post. She is again open and exposed. Once again, he drinks in the sight of her, on her back, exposed, wrists secured, red ball gag in her mouth and the lust in her eyes. From the end of the bed, he. . turbulent over the next couple of weeks.”“Well I’m glad I ran into you two then,” the pilot replied, gesturing for them to follow him into the living quarters. “Is it all top secret or can you tell me what’s going to happen?”“Need to know basis, it’s highly classified,” Lorza replied sternly, mimicking Boyd’s accent.“Oh, in that case I’d better not pry!”Boyd turned to glare at Lorza and she suppressed a smirk, ducking under the human-sized door and into a short hallway lined with cabins. They.