“Oh Bobbi…you are so antisocial,” Maria chided. “Speaking of which…when are you going to get your self a boyfriend?” Maria and a Laura bot... laughed. “I think you just need to get laid girl.” “No thank you,” Bobbi replied and took another long drag from her cigarette. Unknown to her friends, Bobbi already had that department all under control. Or did she? That thought brought Bobbi back to last weekend where she went to a club in Santa Monica. It was there, she met a strapping, young stud. We smoked, she was wearing one piece dress upto her knees. I asked her if she would like to go to beach as it was much crowded here and hard to talk because of loud music. She readily agreed. Baga beach was closest one nearly 5 mins walk. We found a secluded spot and comforted ourselves. We could see couples scattered on the beach and some foreigners in beach shacks at this time of hour. Cool breeze from sea and cold sea water washing our legs, it was very romantic atmosphere. She rested her. He laughed and indicated that he didn’t either and promptly took off his shirt revealing his manly chest with a light mist of hair with a sexy treasure trail down his defined abs. He was a God and my heart skipped a beat as I salivated at the sight of him. He then dropped his pants and underwear in one go revealing his trimmed pubes, solid muscular thighs, shapely legs and a cock I just wanted to drop down to. His cut head and shaft all in perfect proportion and a good size too.I followed suit. "I'd rather she be in my bed with you, and Wimpy there," Helga paused to pet Wimpy, almost as if he were a dog, "than to have an asshole like Corporal Winter to have her."That of course was the crux of the matter, both for Marguerite's relationship with Helga and for the diminutive crew of Heinlein Station. Cpl. Winter had either left his concubines behind or killed them, Marguerite had yet to determine which, before he'd been assigned to the far listening post. The post's AI was mum on that.