I wasn’t even dating. Unless…a chill ran through me as I began to suspect what Master had in mind. The pointed reminder of who owned my body…the...trousseau…he was going to marry me off to someone. No, that couldn’t be it. Could it? Master laughed as he saw the confusion play across my face. ‘You’re wondering why you would need a trousseau, aren’t you. I’ve always been a strong believer that every woman should lose her virginity as a bride to Eros. Free from all the inhibitions society places. I am enough of a nurse to recognize thechange in pussy mucus that signals “egg-on-the-way.”That morning I had noticed I was stickier than usualand, looking at this overgrown boy grinning in frontof me, I realized I was hornier than usual, as well.“And what happens when you detect a woman in thisstate,” I asked, trying to maintain my professionalair.“Well .” he grinned. Gosh, his bashfulness was makingme want to give him a big hug! “I starts. He licked those clean too." Well then I guess prom night should be easy for you two, then," saidBridget, sitting back and resuming painting her nails. "You sure youdon't want to wear something a little less revealing? Maybe blend intothe background a little?" Not a chance of that, anyway," laughed Paula. "You know that poster Idid with my hair strawberry blonde in the daisy dukes and heels?" Yeah, from last year, that was hot," replied Bridget curiously. "Why?" Well, it's in their locker room,. .. they'll be blown to bits before they get the three ofus out of here... In what he saw to be his final moments, Jun's thoughtswere for the first time not revolving around self preservation.He jammed his finger into the comm panel and exclaimed, "There is notime, you'll never make it, get out of here before you are all killed."And the silence returned. Both the navigational pilot and science officerglared at Jun, knowing his last act of chivalry cost them their lives. Hebegan to think that.