." I looked over at Steph who was behaving the same way." ... couldn't wear the red ones."They were both wearing black, as usual. There was something ...ecidedly arousing about them just showing me like that. "That's not a problem. You look lovely. Both of you. Umm ... why not?"Steph grinned. "Skirts are just a little short for that. We might have embarrassed Sally's friends. We don't want to do that." Never mind. Another day?" Deal."They dropped their skirts, though that made only a little. But what to do for the extended family that lived all around there? For the womenfolk, she hand wrote little gift certificate notes that offered varying amounts of her time for babysitting, housekeeping or anything else that they needed done. Time was one of the things that she did have to give.Gifts for the menfolk were more challenging until her boyfriend, when she asked him what he wanted for Christmas, told her, “All I want is your wonderful pussy.”She wasn’t sure how to take that since he. "Very much," she said, her voice barely under control.I brought out my new acquisition. In France it was called a Prie Dieu.Imagine a chair, with a narrow, padded seat, only an inch or two above the floor, and two poles framing the back that end, at the top with a flat shelf side. It was a device used in Church, mostly by women, who would kneel on the padded seat leaning on the back portion where they could place their prayer books on the shelf. As you may imagine, the shelf was at a perfect. That meant that at least 300 fighters were out there. The troop barges would be further out, waiting for a secure docking, or a combat docking if that was needed.I had never piloted a fighter. I could, but I lacked the fast responses needed for such a maneuverable craft. The ship was little different from an ore carrier, just smaller. My ship ‘Nome Adventurer’ used the same controls and powerplant. That’s why I say I could pilot a fighter. The difference was in the mass. My ore carrier was.