I won’t stop him.His fingers massaged my arms, squeezing my flesh, adding pressure as he slid his touch all the way down to my fingers. It felt good... so good, a relaxation he seemed to feel I deserved being given, and my eyes closed and I trusted my body with his touch. I could feel how my heart beat escalated, how my breath was drug from my lungs with a weight attached of each gasp ... Still, he continued.My eyelids were heavy, my body was tingling, skin burning alive and within seconds they. I don’t.”Aline smiled. “It is alright. Even this is advanced knowledge. I had to research a random doctor in physiology on Venus. The one I researched was Doctor Aarnov. Aarnov was a leading biologist of the beginning 23rd century. At the time, there were efforts in trying to preserve some of the wildlife on Earth as they were being brought to Mars. The Orange Muck pretty much contaminated the entire water supply on Earth. 90% of wildlife perished, and humanity made some efforts to save some of. A bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they did feel my ass and boobs up.Herbert and I. I smiled at the jailer."Come," he said. "Cap'n wants to see you." He did not smile.The square jail building held three cells like mine and a office room of the same size. There sat the captain I had met the night before and Corporal Roberts, who stood beside him holding huge, hinged nippers, a blacksmith's tool."Well, I see you have stopped bleeding," said the captain, "and I hear someone brought you food. Mrs. Snyder's daughter or son was it? Perhaps we should visit her, eh. Imagine how she.