He pulled my see-through black negligee up over my head, and let it fall to the floor. He cuffed each hand, and lifted my arms up, clicking each wris... in place on the upper rings of the wooden X frame behind me. Next, he wrapped a leather strap around my waist, and clipped each end of the strap to the rings in the center of the wood, where the X crossed over. He applied leather cuffs to each ankle, and spread my legs wide. When he went to clip the ankle cuffs to the bottom rings, I had to. Masculine voice. It’s Steve!I reflexively hug my exposed breasts and cross my legs, concealing my antics poorly. I’m caught. Oh shit. Oh shit-oh shit-oh sh-Steve’s auburn gaze never wanders from my silhouette as he advances. There is nowhere for me to run or hide.The quarterback saunters through another faint beam of sunlight and the illumination highlights his chiseled form. He looks like an apex predator stalking his prey, taking his time as I’m frozen in... Fear? Embarrassment?Towering over. That last motion as a bit overwhelming, yet nothing about that last several days had been normal.That night, when my hubby got home from work, I anxiously awaited his reaction for my hair and face. "What's for dinner" were the first words out of his mouth. "I'm starved."I sighed and then he actually looked at me. "Well" were his second words, "What did all of that cost me?"I tried to maintain composure and delivered my rehearsed story."A friend of mine just got her cosmetology license and. ” Trask nodded, letting out an agreeing murmur. “Can you hit the ship on approach with grenades? Might buy us some more time” Jericho asked Trask, looking at him straight in the eyes with a determined stare. “I can try, but no promises.” Sascha finally concluded. “Meet up at the armory in 6 hours. Dismissed”The squad broke up, silently and reserved they went separate ways for a while, each one having their own pre-combat rituals. Trask went to the chapel, greeting crew-members as he met them.