He said goodbye to all of us, shaking my hand again and reminding me of the firm confidence of his handshake, then he left."Creep," muttered Vlad."I d...n't know, he seemed rather nice, in an old-fashioned sort of way," I countered."I can't believe you're really considering it," exclaimed Carla."I'm not," I protested. "It just seemed rude to decline the card."Next Friday was like Groundhog Day, another bar with Carla and Vlad, again slightly too much to drink and again striking out.The following. He was very businesslike in his conversation. It surprised me that he didn't try to sneak in questions about my adventures while marooned or about my youthful appearance after being gone over nine years. He was in the perfect position to pepper me with uncomfortable questions, being trapped in his company for the rest of the duty cycle.He took me to an elevator and hit the "H" button for the hanger deck. Rayz looked off into space at the closed elevator door like I wasn't there. "Definitely an. Fuck my fucking cunt. Fuck it deeper. Give it to me.”Karen screamed in pain from the nails digging into her flesh and retaliated by slamming her fist into her aunty. She didn’t like it at first but found that the harder she fisted her cunt the harder her aunty dug her nails in. Sarah was screaming, “Yes, yes, yes with every brutal thrust she was getting until she was overcome by her orgasm. In desperation for more she squealed out the words, “I’m going to Karen, I’m going to fucking cum, oh my. ‘Coffee won’t be long,’ she murmured heading back to the kitchen. She carried the steaming mugs into the living room and put them on the table, and glancing at Daniel, she caught him regarding her with a bright speculative eye. She blushed guiltily before curling up into the corner of the sofa, trying to keep some distance between them. Daniel sat back with a little sigh. ‘So, Izzy… when were you thinking of inviting your — male friend over?’ his voice was light, but Izzy still looked at him.