”I smile, swooning over you and your deep, soothing voice and shuffle closer toward you. As I close the gap between us, the thick, luxurious sheet t...at had been draped loosely over me falls away and uncovers the hidden pleasures that lie beneath, exposing parts of my naked flesh.Tempting and inviting, your eyes run hungrily down my dangerous curves and straight back up again. The urge to run your hands all over my body is intense, the need is palpable and your thoughts are suddenly impure. Big. There was more room for it to port, and crew could move from deck to deck behind it without getting injured when it fired.My first ship, the ‘Wrong Place’, now out looking for trouble under Filo’s command, had a large enough waist that it carried two launchers, one to port and one to starboard. They were somewhat nested, as there wasn’t enough room for two of them firing to the same side.What I called a ‘cruise missile launcher’ was a simple large crossbow, built large enough to take a bolt. “I can’t,” he whispered. “My family worries for me.”“A few more minutes, just a few more.”“I can’t. The trail is already crowded. I have missed my prayers.”“Then go if you must,” she said.“How do I get out of here?”“When will I see you again?”“How do I get out of here? My family must be worried, I can’t stand it when they worry.”“Who?”“My wife and my daughter, even your uncle.”“He’s not really my uncle.”“Not your uncle? Shrika would never lie to us.”“I don’t want to get him in trouble, but just. * I just got through reading an erotic story on line about a double standard. It was about a man who cheated on his wife but wanted her to forgive him. But when the tables were turned and she had an affair he couldn’t forgive her. Damn, I wonder how many guys felt that way? I started thinking about my views and how I felt. Here I was twenty seven years old, single, considered good looking according to my past dates. Then I realized that I was one of these ‘Double Standard’ guys the author was.