The question made me pause in contemplation for a moment before asking him for directions to the personal-care lounge. I could get a haircut there. He...happily granted my request. Fortunately, the stylists were located just off this elevator on deck ten, so it wouldn't be hard to find. He exited a floor below my own. I pushed the elevator button for my new destination and got a quick crew cut, before returning to my room.A short hair style accommodated the occasional bouts of zero-gee life on an. But yesterday she targeted me with extreme provocation . As she was sitting with her legs crossed as women doshe targeted me as I sat down. She uncrossed her legs and slowly opened he legs until her skirt was taut. The sunshineshone in her direction and revealed a handsome pair of thighs which ended in a point at the vaginal opening embraced by juicy labia which glistened in the sunlight from her love juices. Obviously as she was not wearing panties I had so excited her interest . She huddled there, watching the door and hoping it would go away. Then the blanket moved. She’d stuffed it under the door again as tightly as she could, but now the corner of it was being pushed back into her room by something on the other side. Lindsay was pretty sure she knew that something was. The cheerios were coming for her. Just then the lamp went out and the room plunged into darkness. She stifled a scream, telling herself it was just a nightmare. Cheerios couldn’t move or unplug. How many men werelike that? Were they the most dangerous? They shouldn't be if they kepttheir fantasies as fantasies and only wrote them down for Fictionmania,I thought.Sweet Dreams was a fairly big restaurant. I knew I should use the backdoor so I found my way around the back through narrow alleys. A guy wasarriving at the same time, dressed smartly as a waiter. "Hi, are youthe new waitress?" "Yes, I'm Jenny" "Hello, I'm Harry". He was shakingmy hand rather limply and I immediately wondered if.