To set the stage, so to speak, our wagon drivers were Maddy, Clint and Brad White, Jon and Shack Vencille, Rawhide, Davy Beale, Jesse Cooper, Tuck Hol..., and Roy Silvers.The family members were Delia, Dalia, Becky, and I in the coach. Sarah Beth, Mindy, Mandy, Andy, and Tommy were on horseback. As the trip progressed, Mindy, Mandy, or Sarah Beth would occasionally ride in the coach for a while.It really didn't seem like a lot of people, but when you started adding them up, there were eighteen of. We're exploring the two lower levels of the ship. Level 8 is mostly engineering and physical plant. We check radiation levels every few minutes, even though we've never found anything to speak of. But it stands to reason that the ship is nuclear powered. There is every evidence that the power plant is active."I've seen what we're sure is the power plant; several of us have. We look, but don't touch. We don't look real close either. Who wants to get up close and personal to a fusion reactor?. ” Alicia brought her knees together; she was determined not to touch herself. “What else?” she asked again. Her clit throbbed in cadence to the pounding of her heart when she read the next reply. “I might ask them to look straight ahead and remain perfectly still, until I have walked past them and gently brushed my fingertips across their exposed shoulder and up their neck. One play partner confessed to having an orgasm as she waited for, and anticipated my touch.” Alicia bit her lip and. These girls were trained, maybe even brainwashed, to behave this way.What was I to do? I'm not sure I wanted to have sex with someone who was not acting on their own free will. But I was basically trapped here, and these women were not going to stop wanting sex. And I was just a teenager, full of my own sex drives. There was nothing I could do to help these women. I wasn't a psychiatrist or behavioral psychologist.None of them seemed dangerous. Even Ursula, when she had her meltdown, wasn't.