"Get two more buckets," a woman spoke.Her voice was beautiful; Ree'al didn't want to hear it. He turned over, now face up. Naked, drunk, and smelly, a...y of these three qualities should chase the woman away. He had yet to open his eyes but after two more soakings, he cracked them open. Ree'al blinked several times to clear his vision and he was able to focus on her. She was handsome. A strange appellation for a woman but it fit. Her chin was large, her nose larger than most women's and her eyes. Conversely, if a friendly could grapple with it, the enemy could be pulled into a higher WF pseudo space where, hopefully, it would be out of reach of its fellows.Anyway, this was the plan. The 4-ship flight found an enemy lazing along somewhat isolated from its fellows, so the flight attacked in trail (one right behind the other), dropping out of WF5 into WF4 space and spraying the target with machine gun fire before reentering WF5 space. The 4th ship didn't need to fire; the enemy was already. Kalista recommended we take a shower and change into show clothes.Good idea, and we were back down quicker than I’d expected, with my legs feeling much better.After looking at the video Mom had just made, Claire and I discussed a few things then went out to the middle of the dance floor. I nodded to K to start the music, as Claire gave me a kiss, and we started.Oh my god, a feeling I haven’t felt in a while came over me as we danced a true competition style Paso Doble. The moves felt real,. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping in she stood there before starting to cry. Grabbing the soap she started to scrub her body, trying to clean everything off. After a while she stopped, dropped the soap, reached up and took the shower head down.She sat down on the bench and guided the spray against her pussy, reaching down she opened her lips exposing herself to the spray jets trying to wash everything away. For a few minutes she sat there, suddenly realising her.