In response to an FTL com to Silas, two men had arrived from Naval security. They had arrived at night entering by the boat bay which was secured behi...d them. For the next couple of days they roamed the "Trader" living areas and engine room. They altered the programmes on the semi public doors to photo-code entry and to the non public doors to retinal scan and code. The A hold hatch was made semi public and from there into B non public. Tween deck access was only from the passages from officer. Whoever hadcontrolled me had taken me out shopping, it seemed, and they had probablyspent my money doing it. That fucking bastard, who was it? I noticedsomething else odd as I tried to adjust the uncomfortable underwear -- Ididn't feel any pubic hair. I never bothered shaving down there, but nowI was apparently as smooth as a pornstar. Somebody had gone and shaved myvagina, while I was unconscious, and used my own hands to do it. Ishivered -- my body was feeling less and less like my own, and. There was a little bit of curly black hair at the base of her shaft and around her nuts, but it was trimmed short. Though I didn't have my hands on her - yet - I could tell from looking at her fit legs that she was going to have stamina and strength. She giggled suddenly. "See something you like, honey?" I had to tell her the truth. "You, Adriana," I said, somewhat sheepishly. She laughed, then dropped her dress. I immediately missed the sight of her black snake. "Well, you better get out of. Soon shore leaves started, the troops were given afternoon and then evenings off and allowed to use the station facilities. Marines and sailors being the same from the beginning of time, made beelines to the bars and bordellos. At first, these were tightly controlled outings. Limited in personnel and closely watched by the officers. But even those same officers needed time off and so the downward trend continued.Shipboard living spaces have always been minimal at best. And for transported.