And that's the biggest thing I learned.It occurred to me, a full week after Christmas, when I hadn't doneanything except revel in all my new clothes, ...hanging sometimes on thehour, just to feel them against my skin, just to see how sexy they mademe look, and feel.It was New Year's Eve. I was lounging, in a tank top, bra, and panties,my toe and finger nails freshly painted, my hair getting longer andbeginning to touch my shoulders, my face lightly made up, my lips shinyred and kissable. I was. The flattery, the big dick, the confidence, the older man angle. It was working and I didn't mind being seduced. I welcomed it with open slutty arms. It didn't matter to me. I felt like I was the sexiest girl on Earth. I had turned all the way around again, grooving to the music, and when I looked again, he had sat on the couch, his robe open, and his semi-hard cock on display, hanging over the edge of the couch. It was official. This man had a porn star cock. I could tell it wasn't fully hard. ‘Oh, you needn’t be too worried,’ he said. ‘We don’t have to actually ‘deal’ with him.’ I cocked my head to the side. ‘Cariel said he’s barely five miles away.’ ‘What I mean,’ Devnik said, ‘is that we don’t have to kill him. That would be an entirely different matter. We’ve just got to keep him here and distracted for the space of half an hour.’ ‘He’s already technically here,’ I said sarcastically. ‘I know. I’m hoping Lucifer is already bustling about his business. I doubt I can keep our. " When," I asked cautiously."How about now?" she said, "I'm in the Transport museum, have you ever been here?" No," I said."OK," she chirped, "No big deal, hardly anyone ever comes here anyway. I'm sending you coordinates," she said, "Get here as quickly as you can."I guess sometimes I forget how big this ship really is, it took me nearly fifteen minutes to walk to the Transport museum. I really had nothing to do today anyway, other than some routine computer maintenance. I was probably going.