The next morning Alice stirred, then she winced as a cramp gripped her lower belly. "No, not again," she whimpered. For the last few mornings, she had...not had any cramps or a grumbly tummy at all, but now they had returned. Damn, she needed to go and pee, slowly she eased herself out of bed and made her way towards her on-suite."Owww," she cried out a couple of steps away from the door, her knees buckled and she staggered. She felt a bit dizzy and the horrid feeling of nausea began to rise in. Her nipples got hard as my fingers toyed with them as we kissed. After breaking the kiss she told me she had to pee and went into the bathroom. After she had finished I went in their to do the same. When I came out she was sitting on the bed, the candle was lit and her jeans were off. I walked over and started to kiss her. As we kissed she began to remove my clothes, first was the shirt, then came my boots, and finally my jeans. She had trouble with those, new button down jeans, but she got. Whose dancing days were long gone but whose choreography skills had not diminished in the least. Finally, the panel was rounded out by the presence of Katrina Alexsayovitch, the reputed mistress of Ivan "The Terrible" and lead dancer of the company.Natasha tried to be noncommittal and subdued in her demeanor but she was forced to stare at Katrina's almost sheer dancing costume with its inability to shield her dark nipples and her triangular dark patch right on her pussy mound from public view.. He was off-planet, running surveillance on a minor functionary who is suspected of fencing goods brought in by," here she paused, her lips pursed in a moue of distaste, "pirates. Despite what the Union tells the public, piracy is real and not just some holo drama plot cliché."Minerva tapped a key on her desk and the center of the credenza behind the desk slid open, a large vidscreen dominating the space. On the screen was a sector of space that looked familiar, but she could not dredge up.