She was a heavy fighter assigned to her home vessel, Dryad's Dream. Whatever hippie had named the craft hadn't skimped on the equipment readouts. Drya... two was one of three test bed fighters used to test new equipment designs. Dryad two had been fitted with new scanners, experimental pulse engines and a fearsome array of weapons. Today's test flight was to get her certified for operational deployment.Francine zipped the flight suit under her chin and stamped her feet into the flight boots. The. Her voice was still hoarse from exhaustion. It trembled with tenseness. She had risen on her saddle. The mirror showed her panting chest. It reflected her sweat soaked belly and strong athlete's thighs.The woman who called herself Angique started roaming the blonde's hips and thighs with pale, red nailed fingers. She paused on each new found spot, then traveled on."You look marvellous, Kristie", she said. "You have a great body."And, oh God, was it possible? Could things be more perfect? A slow. All she could tell hm was that their family had gone out of town for something, and would not be back until the end of the week. She had no idea why or where they went, just that everybody piled in the car and drove off. So Kyle had nothing to do until the end of the week. He stopped by some of his former buddies, but they were all in college or had left town for other locales. He did stop by the high school on Wednesday, just to say high to his old baseball coach. Walking past the. I headed into the kitchen to get the drinks and start making something for us to eat. A few minutes past and I shouted through that her drink was out and where would she like it, a voice came back, could you bring it through here for me, please? I lifted the glass and headed through to the bathroom.Not thinking, I just opened the door and walked in, at which point I just about dropped the bloody glass, Oh Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise! don’t be shy, I heard her say, come in. There before.