I remember feeling instantly jealous that he was with her boyfriend. She was beautiful. Everything about her was just right. Her blond hair had these ...oft natural curls, the kind no curling iron could ever make. Her eyes were sparkling and wild with passion. They looked like a great couple, but inside I hated him for being with her. I couldn't stop looking at her. I was lost in an instant fantasy of my hands caressing her naked body, feeling her hair slip through my fingers as I played with her. "Tracy thought about the ancient looking woman who worked the cash register in that department. "What's an old woman doing in lingerie anyway?" she thought. "She's too old to know what's sexy or stylish. That dinosaur should have left the store decades ago." Thanks, Mr. Derrelli." She didn't care that he never told her she could call him Dave or David whenever they were alone. It didn't bother to her at all. In fact, she liked calling him by his surname. It somehow made her feel naughtier and. " We've got a lot, but none of it matters," Ross answered. "We've got food for three months, but air and water for only three weeks. Worse than that, we've only got enough power for two weeks of life support if we run just the essentials and conserve everywhere we can. We've got maneuvering thrusters, but not enough to move us very far or very fast and no place to go that's close enough to reach with them. We've got the forward nav sensors back on line, but they're the low power ones.. The deep feeling of it reaching inside of me and touching me in ways that have never been touched before. It shook me to my most intimate core. With every little trail it made up either side of me I shook more and more. Feeling myself clenching my fists trying to hold back, trying to not get too worked up over this. I know it sounds stupid but I wanted the feeling to continue, I wanted to stretch it out. This sensation was determined to push me over the edge, but I didn’t want to go over yet..