.." Many of the women on the wall behind you are over five feet and teninches tall," Amanda countered. "You can always shave your legs. And itis possi...le to change the way one speaks." As if to punctuate herargument, over the course of her sentence, Amanda alters her voice fromher usual working-class accent to a much posher Received Pronunciationway of speaking."...You sound like one of those old BBC presenters, from, like, 1940," Isaid with a snort of laughter that Amanda simply brushed. When we finished we took a vote on the plan. Of the three hundred and forty five eligible voters, the vote was three hundred and twenty nine in favor five against and eleven abstained. We had our first decision. Mark gathered his construction forces. They had a project.Fran, Gail and Wendy got to work on rehabilitating the Enterprise. They modified the bridge and engineering so they were centaur compliant. Fran found three of her old crew that wanted to become part of Bangalore Transportation.. "You don't have to stop there," Bridget said with a laugh."You're serious?" I finally said."Yes. Absolutely. I'm as serious as serious can be," she said.I took off my shirt."Nice. I like that," she said. Bridget walked up to me and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. I could not fucking stop staring at her body.I unbuttoned my jeans and I unzipped them. She said nothing. She walked up to me, and pulled them down.I stood in front of this hot as fuck girl in my boxer shorts and no shirt. " Happy Birthday, Princess." The rest of the day went by in a blur. I spent all afternoon shopping with my friends. When nightfall came, Daddy took me out for my birthday dinner. God it was so romantic. He looked sexy in his black suit. I wore the dress he'd bought for me as birthday present. By the time we'd gotten home it was almost midnight.My father went to his room and I went to mine so I could prepare myself. Just thinking about it made me so wet. I changed out of my dress; underneath it.