”Har-Hi looked over his readouts. “The Janus device is damaged, and so is our projected appearance, the simulated Kartanian shields are completely...destroyed but our real hull held and received no detectable damage. Petty Chief Gorragh reports a three degree burn after being dosed with hot water in Environmental. Lines are being fixed and the Petty Chief is almost ready for duty again.”I acknowledged with a Nod.”Elfi hail me that voice on one of those PSION channels we supposed to have.”“We do. She is about 5’6” and has an ass that was made for jeans. The tight denim hugs her curvy hips and stretches across her tight round ass perfectly. Her shirt is loose, but Dave knows the top few buttons will be open and show her small firm breasts straining against her t-shirt. She is stacking bales in the far corner of the loft. He quietly walks towards her as he watches her work. She is nearly finished with her chore and doesn’t acknowledge him."How's it going?" Dave asks from just a few feet. "Follow me, Elijah. I have a chariot of fire that will take you up to heaven!"With that she led me, through the chattering concourse of people in the ball room, out into a long passage, and then she suddenly darted down a narrow flight of stairs in a corner of a hallway. These stairs led down to the servants domain, 'below stairs', and I followed Amy through a veritable maze of corridors and passages, passing huge kitchens, with red faced sweating cooks and staff slaving over the preparations. Why did he just walk away from her? He asked himself. But, he already knew the answer to that self-imposed question.He knew the kind of man he is. The kind of man who needs to have complete control when bringing pleasure to his woman and unfortunately he had the feeling the Ivy would be the kind of woman who would fight him every step of the way. The idea of her small body fighting under his while pinning her down sent a new wave of painful arousal through his already hard body.His knuckles.