He was wearing no shoes, but he still wore his pants and a light tunic of dark blue. He looked god like as he stood above me with eyes glistening in t...e fires glow. ‘But I don’t understand,’ I said as gazed back down at my empty lap. ‘Just take my hands. I promise I will explain,’ he said as he waited patiently. I could feel my heartbeat as it throbbed against my forehead above my left eye. My breathing quickened, and nervously I put both of my hands into his large ones. His muscles tensed as. “Why aren’t you the charmer?” laughed the girl. Dominic spread his hands in a “what can I say?” fashion. What’s your name again hon?”“Sophie”“and how old did you say you were?”“Twenty-one”, she smiled coyly. Dominic was nearly triple her age, but quite virile. He was a lecherous old fool, who kept himself alive in the pursuit of fresh pussy. He had no trouble bedding those who knew who he was, as his reputation preceded him. Powerful and rich, his conquests usually gave in. Usually. He once. Then a third fell somewhere outside the light. They too lurched to their knees with unnatural movements that alternated between too slow and too fast, and started waving their arms back and forth. Without thinking, Danica began scooching backwards, dragging her dented lamp with her trying to keep the light on the horrible-looking people who were abandoning their ruined ship for hers.The first hideous man followed her. He tried to rise to his feet, but the rocking of the ships caused him to fall. "I hate it when they come out dark. I want you to see me. And I want to see light in your eyes. For my locket." "Not without opening the curtains." We both knew that was out. "I can set up a floodlight, sweetie. Make it look like window light. That will be enough." Do you want me to change? Make up my eyes more?" She sat up with her hands on her thighs, boobs up and forward, legs extended, to give me a view to consider with a photographer's eye.I looked at her. From the painted toenails on her.