” I said.She gestured towards the door. A smirk tugging at her lips. “There is a bucket just outside.”How undignified. It was still better than ...he hole though, at least it didn’t stink up the room.I searched the ship after using the bucket. There were three corpses other than those of the thugs on the ship, all young women in various stages of undress. The three men I’d killed with my mind looked alive. Alive, but still as statues. The same was not true regarding anybody else. They’d been torn. It finally clicked as I told her to tummy down a few minutes. She was a bit of a submissive if I was reading her correctly. Never taking charge–and always asking permission before doing anything. Sooo Dano–hows this gonna go down? she said sexily as her flimsy wrap hit the floor. Shannon glowed with sensuality, but lacked the trigger–the will to control a situation such as this. I guided her onto the bed and asked she go tummy down and just go limp. I straddled the bed just at her cute feet. "Do you think there's room for both of us?" she said.Oh, God! "Oh--uh--sure, Mom. I'll make room."My bed was right against the wall under the window. I scooted over until I was lying tightly against the wall and turned back the sheet. Mom sat down on the edge of the bed, then lay back and swung her legs up. She lay with her back to me and pulled the sheet across her body. "My, this is a cozy fit, isn't it?" she laughed. "Have you got enough room?"Well, I didn't have enough room, and I was. Shirley had her fuzzy headband on, and Rob must have forgotten his gym socks. Black argyle socks climbed up his calves, visible between the Cycle shoes and his athletic shorts. I smiled and greeted them all by name, already perched atop my spin bike. I had to lower the seat and adjust the handlebars quite a bit to fit my petite frame, but now I was able to pedal smoothly. My feet, clipped securely on to the pedals, pushed and pulled evenly in time with one another."Alright everyone! We will.