He didn’t see her even at lunch. It worried him sick. “Why do I worry so much for her?” thought Jack, “Why do I care what happens to her.” �...�She could bloody well be fucking some other guy.” But then he seemed to wonder. In that brief period he had spent with her in a lustful experience, he had felt a connection. He had felt as if he knew her. And he knew it deep in his heart that she would not be fucking anyone else. He couldn’t help but wonder about her. :”She doesn’t come across as a slut.. " No, you can't," Meredith said. "If you can, it's probably a sign that you shouldn't have gotten into it in the first place." Yeah, that's what I figure," I said. I let a flash of humor register on my face. "Now a week, on the other hand..."She giggled.After that there was silence for a little while. I didn't mind. Every now and then, Jane had allowed me to hold her like this—probably telling herself that it was simply a nice, comfortable way to sit, that it wasn't the least bit sexual. Jane decided to put all of the cargo in stasis to make sure that it was preserved in pristine condition.That was when it dawned on me to have the remaining jet fuel removed from the plane and stored in stasis. Who knew when we would find a use for it? There was not much as far as the plane was concerned, but there were still hundreds of gallons of unused fuel that might come in handy.Finally, a project was instituted to disassemble the 797 itself and store it. Why? I had no idea, but why not as. I was so used to it that I never thought about it anymore. Now I wondered why she hadn’t taught the girls to do the same thing. Then I wondered what Val might look like, all bare, with her pussy lips prominently showing.I didn’t think she’d be interested in discussing that. My attention returned to her general demeanor and I realized she was getting more upset instead of calming downSo I hugged her.She fought me. She told me to stop. She struggled in the grip of my arms.Then, like magic, all.