I smiled because I didn’t care. She was just a barfly from the local joint and didn’t realize I was laughing at her, not with her, when she had be...n flirting with me. When she told me she needed a ride home from the bar, I couldn’t resist finding out what would happen if I did. She was maybe 35 or 40 years old, chubby with a splotchy complexion and chipped teeth, and the snoring just completed her sad state of affairs. I took her wrist and began jacking myself off with her palm. My clothes were. The elevator opened an they stepped in. The slit in the floor between the elevator and floor sent a woosh of air rushing up sending her skirt flying upward showing him a quick flash of her bright pink, lacy panties and she quickly pushed her skirt back down."So embarrassing. I always forget about that air." Again he tried to play it off even though he had been caught gawking at her luscious ass."Pardon? What happened?" My skirt flew up as if you didn't notice." She teased. "You're Andy aren't. “Yeah, probably.” “Well, here's my number in case something happens with her.” She stood to leave. “Just give me a call, and I can come get her. Or, maybe if you're not busy, you can just give me a call, and we can go hangout, I mean, since you're not ‘really’ dating anyone.” I held the scrap of paper with her cell number almost incredulously. “Uh, yeah, sure. We'll see what happens.” The idea of Joyce as a prospect had never crossed my mind, but as she smiled, and walked across the. The laser had left a nasty looking burn just above her ankle. She was reaching back for it, but I gripped her hand.“Don’t,” I commanded. “It needs treatment. Tatyana, find a replicator in this hallway and see if you can get some aloe burn ointment and a rolled bandage.”“What are you doing?” Sergeant Griffith shouted at me. He put a hand on my shoulder.“I’m treating this young soldier for a burn on her leg,” I replied.“Why? She can just use the sleep trainer in her room to heal that damage. It’s.