She was petite, her skin bronzed by the sun everywhere her two piece didn't cover, and everywhere else a lovely milky white with perfect skin. I could...alter where I looked and see most of what went on anywhere in that bathroom, and to this day I remember vividly everything about one night in particular. That night she peeled out of a tee shirt and jeans and readied her bath in a matching pair of silky black panties and bra. She had somewhat modestly sized breasts in those days before getting. ”“Come on, Mom, we beat it ninety-five times out of a hundred,” I added.“It’s that 5% that bothers me.” Mom pointed out.I took Oxy’s side, “Oxy is quicker than she ever was. It’s that 5% that made it interesting.”“Quicker at getting you off, maybe. I haven’t seen Oxy move her ass in more than a fast walk lately, and then only when someone yells lunch.”“What the hell are you people talking about?” a perplexed Captain Renaldo asked.Mom held up her hand to quell Oxy’s response and turned to. Holstering her pistol, she swung her rifle up to scan the room. Hearing a noise, she looked over at the iris, looked down, and saw a T'Lari about three feet away. Pointing her rifle down she let loose with a burst and the plasma burned through the creatures face.As it fell back, she saw three more climbing and so she held the trigger down and filled the tube with liquid death. The burning corpses fell off the ladder and the smell of burned meat drifted up through the hole as she saw more. And they would stop at nothing to achieve this. “Sruthi beti!”, the king Surya called out. “Yes, papa”, replied his beautiful daughter, walking down from the palace’s huge staircase. Any onlooker would say she looked stunning. Dressed in a blue lehenga that boasted of her lovely navel and a small golden chain whose locket bore the symbol of the Rajpal clan that sat right on her cleavage, between the revealed top of her breasts, she lifted heads in the hall. It was a daily sight for everyone but.