"You are in the Medical bay of our ... what you would call a space craft."'Okay, ' I thought, ' you are clearly dreaming, so play along. Nothing can h...ppen in a dream.'It didn't really occur that dreams were never that clear or contiguous.We then talked of why I was there, or I listened whilst the walls spoke. I had been about to die, in a car accident, when something from the space craft had deigned to intervene. Who or what had not been made clear, nor the why for that matter.Eventually, I. Still, she seemed to be holding back. "So you're going to pay me to fuck you behind your husband's back as revenge?"'Well, that's the thing", she began coyly, "He's upstairs handcuffed to the bed and it certainly won't be behind his back."No fucking way, even if she had the body of a supermodel. "You have the wrong guy!" I started for the door."Wait", she pleaded, "a thousand dollars."I stopped, fifty bucks to fuck an old broad was one thing, but a grand to fuck her, hmmm. I thought for a. It could have been that Dennis was gone, or that she felt a little like a teenage friend of Erin's tagging along on a manhunt, or what. She just knew the one named Matt had a great butt and he was in her cabin drinking her beer. And she was OK with that.As could be expected, the conversation eventually came around to Erin's swimsuit. That led to her tan, or lack thereof. She didn't waver when asked by Tom to show them if she'd gotten any tan that day. Erin stood in front of her chair and pulled. She was back in the lounge and again I cornered her."Stop it," she giggled.I spun her around so that she faced the wall and pulled her hands behind her back."What are you doing?" she giggled.On to her wrists I snapped the handcuffs."What's this?" she said, "get these off me."This time, when I dumped her on the sofa she stayed put, unable to fight me off."Now, little sister, are you going to be sensible and tell me what I want to know or am I going to find out for myself?" I said."What are you.