”Serra piloted their ship down to the surface of the planet, landing amongst a heap of abandoned parts and scrap. Exiting the ship, she now saw tha... the junkyard seemed to stretch into infinity. Doubts began to creep into her mind. What was she thinking in coming to this place?“You’re attacking the problem all wrong, Serra,” Malik grinned, seeing her worry.“Huh? How so?”“You’re only inspecting this junkyard visually, hoping to see with your eyes the parts we need. That’s worse than a. We dried off and she threw our towels on a chair. She started to walk toward our room ahead of me and all I could see was her ass cheeks eating the string of her thong. ‘Wow, what a view’, I thought as I followed behind her just enough to watch her every step. We finally got to our building, and she walked ahead of me up the stairs. Taking each step one by one, slowly, I watched her ass continue to eat her thong. About halfway up the first flight, she slowly started to slide her thong off one. I was done in the bathroom and saw Melissa’s light on. Hearing sniffling, I knocked.“Come in,” she saidI entered, sat on her bed, and reached out for her arm. I rubbed it, just trying to soothe her. She reached out with her other hand and put it on mine. “Thank you, Chuck. Thank you for always being here when I need you.”“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Always. You gonna be OK?” She nodded. I leaned over, kissed her cheek, petted her head, then left, turning the light out and going to the guest. If you'd like me to? Please let me. I'll be well enough." We'll see." I wasn't at all sure.The Doc was looking encouraging. "If you feel strong enough, Rachel," she said, "I'm sure we can do that. It will be better for you to have something to focus on."Rachel smiled and nodded. "How's Sukie?" she asked."She was very worried about you," I said. "She cares a lot for you. She was so sorry - it was her cake that did this."Rachel nodded slowly. "I didn't mean to scare her. Or you. I don't know why.