I want...Tears trickle from my eyes dribbling mascara down the side of my nose and across my powdered cheeks. I push him back against the sun bleached... paint flecked wooden door and scrabble at his belt. My fingers feel thick and useless as I attempt to slide the leather through the metal buckle. Frenziedly I tug until somehow it is undone, until somehow button and zipper are released and only the thin stretched fabric of his underwear keeps him from me.I look up at his face; his eyes squeezed. Joey, you're late again." I know that. But late for where?" For the bridge, where else would you ... Well, never mind now. Your goose is cooked. The captain just stepped out of the turbo lift." Jon, I swear it isn't my fault this time. The computer told me to report to the transporter room over my com badge when I tried to put it on, but now it doesn't seem to know..." Lieutenant Brigley," the Captain's voice interrupted in the background of the communicator's signal. "Is that our ops officer. “Those are beautiful heels you’re wearing. I just love the blue color against your white skin.” I happened to get out. I was captivated in a trance like state by her beauty.I looked up at her and waited to make sure what I had said wasn’t too forward since my eyes stayed on her legs far too long. I was envisioning my tongue running up and down her silky ankle and calf. I was safe as she stopped and looked down to her shoe. She playfully tilted her right leg back and adjusted the satin bow. Thank you."Sonia slipped to her feet in her slithering taffeta skirt and led Rogerby the hand across the room and out onto the landing. Sweetwell Park wasas quiet as at night time, cool beneath its high carved ceilings andfragrant with the scents of all the women who lived here. They passedinto Sonia and Jodie's bedroom and came to one of her tall wardrobes indark wood inlaid with walnut in floral bouquets. When she opened thedoor, a column of glass fronted partitions faced them. Sonia opened.