It was a profound and deep respect for not just their physical bodies, but for the struggle they endured that he read about in the pages of his book. ...There’s an unspoken code that says that white boys who hang out on basketball courts are looking to get served so people were always looking to school them and make sure they play. Three on three, half court, to 21, shirt vs. skins. Ernesto was shirts and he was playing the team who had just won the last game. Skins got the ball first and. Now is one of them, so shhhh."Even though her top was still on he reached out. He looked at her chest and touched one of her boobs. She jumped backwards. Her eyes grew wide. He smiled more. He liked how her tit felt and did it again."Yours feel nice, sister" he said quietly. He felt it again.Again, she seemed to stumble backwards as his fingers touched her boobs. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't seem to resist it at all. He watched her reactions as he felt them and to her he truly. Her next mental contact was, "Oops! Sorry for that. This is not a panic situation, but I was so surprised that I thought this thing was worth investigating. Everybody can come on up safely—it's just a big hole in the ground."We gathered around the large hole that Sharon had found and began to speculate about what it could be. The hole was about five meters deep, which left only about two more meters before one ran into the inside surface of the outer shell of Dyson. The hole was about four. But as consciousness gradually filtered into my mind, and my eyelids took their first hesitant blinks into the world outside, I realized where I was.This wasn't my place, it was Christina's. And if I was in Christina's bed, then that meant that last night actually happened. And the heavenly memories of last night's activities came right back to me. Between an awesome fuck and a perfect nine hours of sleep, I felt absolutely incredible.I sat up, realizing I was now clad in my boxers. I peeked.