He was young, early twenties, and the woman was probably his wife, and struggled to carry their purchases while her husband chatted away on his cell p...one. Asshole! I nudged Lize. How would you like to unwrap the Muslim woman? Her eyes fell on the woman and sparkled with mischief. Umm, you always get me the best presents. 53 groaned. He seems the possessive type. Thats why we brought you along, I giggled, hooking my arm through Lizes and striding across the food court towards them. The man. She had fulfilled ‘her dream’, and found that it was a very hollow one indeed. Desperate for satisfaction somewhere in her life, she started to attempt romance and found she was even worse at that than she was an Engineer. In the event that she could ever start relating with another person on any kind of emotional basis, invariably her ‘guilt at having happiness’ would kick in and she would seemingly deliberately begin to sabotage the relationship. The longest relationship she had ever managed. Is this even the same person?Her reddish-brown hair, always straightened—excepting Saturday’s encounter, was now wavy at the ends. She’d tied it partially into a ponytail which hung from halfway up the back of her head to just past her shoulder blades. The rest was brushed forward over her bared clavicles. A pair of long, thick tresses framed her forehead, flowing back towards her ears to join the curls to each side of her head.Gone were the glasses which she wore like a shield every day at. It had been a long day.The Bedeviled was at anchor now. She and her officers had seen to the securing of the ship for the night. Now the duty watch was doing what duty watches do and the rest of the crew was cleaning up and making minor repairs.But it was time for her to relax. The prize ship that they had captured earlier in the day should arrive in the small cove where they were anchored within the hour but, until then, she had nothing that required her immediate attention.Robin stripped.