In transit, I'd fucked two or three similarly stunning specimens placed on board the transport for our entertainment by the Civil Service -- but I was...making a total ass of myself over a big-assed, slack-tittied, chunky, brainless looking piece in blue jeans and a tank top under an open jean shirt!Sober reflection on the matter over the course of several days has led me to understand that, to me, Sweet Thing was exotic. To the normal North American male resident of Earth, she was a commodity,. She: YesMe: Shall we help each others?She: What? You will help me on this?Me: YesShe: No sorry.Oh fuck I taught I had her , I felt I am in trouble and I am done.I was at the door to see who just rang the bell and I was really scared if she had created a scene opened the door and it was her she entered the house closed the door and slapped me really hard and said its all because of you. I tried to console he and she was still crying and I said sorry and lets not even speak about It any more.She:. If she kept walking forward, she’d walk right into him and probably freak out. If he spoke now to warn her, it would have the same effect, though probably not as pleasant or painful for him if he let her keep walking, depending on how she’d react to the shock. He decided that it would probably hurt. He stepped to the side on the soft dirt floor, and moved forward, putting his weight on the outside edges of his boots first, and stopping each time Kayla stopped. He actually passed within three. This time I recognized her from the show we had just been watching. And I recognized that the flannel shirt draped over her narrow shoulders went with the hardware on her leg. "Hink?" I said. "Is that you?"She looked at me with wild brown eyes. "Bloody fewkin' hell, I don't know. No. I mean, yes. I mean.... what happened to me? Who are you?" I'm Bud," I said.Hinkman's pretty new eyes went even wider. "No shit?" Nope." I leaned forward in the chair. As I did, a wave of coppery hair came down.