.. My hands move in sleep, gently unknowingly caressing her, seeking her, she murmurs as she turns towards me, her leg enfolding me, drawing me close....Our breathing, deep and soft in sleep, becomes as one in perfect rhythm. Through the fog and the mist of the dream, she came closer, her breasts full, her hands tracing the outlines of her body. Our mouths met in the mist, tongues exploring, softly, deeply, lips touching, bodies caressing. Two souls exploring, mingling, becoming one. Her hands. ? ?You guys better let me go!!? ?MY dad and uncle were in the Marines.? ?OH OH we are scared.? ?She sure is a hell cat, look at the scratches on my face and she really bit into my finger.?Kelli again tried to make a run for it but was pushed back. She was so little and these guys were big and bad. They had grubby clothes, smelled from cigarette smoke, booze and body odor. ?You guys stay away from me!? ?Let me go.? The guys started to make a circle around Kelli, closing in. As a guy. The remark about a negotiator caused me to think of Lyle, but at the time, I was not ready to enlist his aid.About two years ago, I had been toying with the idea of setting up a department within the Habitation Department that would locate people who were capable and experienced negotiators and social integrators. When I thought of all the different personality types that we would have in the Ark, I could see a problem in the future with getting them to work together in a cohesive fashion. The. But I don't like the soundof it. Ever since our wives found out we were a little bit interestedin dressing, and then got so carried away, I never know what they'regoing to do next."They looked at each other, at those outlandish outfits, at the lightapplication of make-up on their faces, and at their smooth, pink,hairless skin. They were just a couple of useless sissy husbands whohad been forced into it. Sure, they were drawn to being feminine, butthey had never thought about going this far. .